To The End
Her eyes are welling,
Her cheeks are soaking,
Her emotions are muddled,
She's standing there choking.

She knows the truth,
Her love has departed,
How can this happen?
She's there broken-hearted.

He left her,
She's all alone,
He went horribly,
He went to the Unknown.

He did it because of her,
She knew it well,
She shouldn't have told him,
She was starting to swell

So with child she cries,
Her beloved couldn't cope,
Harmful thoughts of another,
So he used the rope.

Handle a child,
She is forlorn
Such thought inescapable,
Her baby to be born.

She must give birth,
Six months down the line,
Her baby's almost ready,
Special month: number nine.

So there she stands,
Her mind a muddle,
Significant thoughts,
Herding into a puddle.

She frowns,
Silently comprehending,
Her last memory of her husband,
Secretly condescending.

She will have to cope,
She will have to defend
Her newborn baby,
She will cherish to the end.

(Hey everyone, this is my first poem on this site, the start of each sentence either begins with H or S which is supposed to represent He and She: the different views males and females have about children and committment.)