The Due Date
By Deb Walz  
In memory of Lindsey Kate 
The due date is approaching.
I should be washing baby clothes
and setting up the cradle.
Instead I'm picking out silk flowers
for the cemetery.

The due date's almost here.
I should be feeling rolls and kicks,
complaining of being uncomfortable.
Instead I just feel empty.

The due date is upon us.
I should be timing labor pains
and wondering “will it be today?”
Instead I ask God “why” and cry.