I remember the night
after work when we
talked until dawn in
her car at the Denny’s.
I remember the night
that she came by
my place and the
night she became my baby.

I remember the night
we took off to go see
the movie with
two of my friends.
I remember that night
like my mother’s face
when she told me
she was having my baby.

I remember the day
when we went to the
doctor, we had been
together for three months.
I remember that day
when the doctor said
we had a healthy
four month old baby.

I remember the fight
that we had on that night
when she cried and she
said they were wrong.
I remember that night
I was forced to believe
and why not
believe in my baby?

I remember the day
that we got the news
of the cancer that
changed everything.
I remember the day
so the treatments could start
they delivered our
beautiful baby.

I remember the night
I told her that
I was no longer
in love with her.
I remember that night
because that was the last night
I spoke to her
as my baby.

I remember the night
when I got the call
at work
that she had gone.
I remember that night
because that was the night
when they wanted
to take away my baby.

I remember the day
when I got the news
that the test had
finally come in.
I remember that day
because that was the day
that I learned she was
not my baby.

Not My Baby
By: Michael Black