The call comes, on a Saturday afternoon
I listen over the phone as my friend sobs
The pain is killing her, she cries to me
Like a knife digging into her back
I break every speed limit as I drive
Finally I arrive and go to the hospital
A weak smile, �I knew you�d come
I stayed awake until you got here.�
Her faith in me makes me cry
She looks like she has walked through hell
Her face is white as the sheet she lays on
Her entire body puffy and swollen
I look down at the tiny infant in her arms
A boy, our little Ashton. I stare in awe
His eyes are blue as the Caribbean sea,
His skin pink, dark blonde hairs on his head
I gather him into my arms and hold him
He smells like baby powder and lotion
I caress his small head with my hand
His skin has the softness that only babies have
Pictures are taken, my happy grin is wide
Though weak and tired, my friend smiles
The two of us sit on her hospital bed
Ashton cradled in my arms between us
I smile at her--my exhausted friend
Nothing will ever be the same now
�You know we�ll always be best friends,
Just now we are a trio instead of a duo."
(c) Krista M. H. 2005