Richard Cory Poem

A MOTHER’S LOVE

Samantha pulled herself up onto her elbows. The room was dark, the place silent. The small rectangular glass panel in the wooden door let in a slither of light. She was frightened. A whole new world lay ahead of her, and she had no idea what it entailed.
Turning to face the window, she slowly twisted her legs around and stretched her feet onto the cold tiled floor. She stood up slowly, a little unsteady. She was still sore, but the pain was bearable now. Creeping over to the large window, she pulled open the ice-blue curtains. The town below was lit by the amber glow of streetlights, the occasional window in the surrounding houses still lit up and the flashing blue light of an ambulance below. The red digits on the bedside clock read 5:54am. It had been six hours.
She turned to look in the small cot. Kyle was fast asleep. She stared at his tiny face, his perfect features. The white baby-gro swallowed him up. His tiny chest rose up and down as he slept, and his black coloured wispy hair stood on end. He was amazing.
Just 8 months earlier, naïve and hardly 16, Samantha had missed a period. She had been terrified. Her and Richard had been together for 2 years, but had only slept together twice. Surely she couldn’t be? Jason was a year older than her. Kind and loving, he had gone out and bought her a test. Most boys his age would have run a mile, never dreaming to buy their girlfriend a pregnancy test. But Richard was different. He had a level head and loved her deeply. They had been fast friends all their lives and had got together on her 14th birthday.
When Samantha took the test, Richard had promised to stand by her. He had, throughout every step of the way. Only when the nurses jokingly threatened to call security did Richard finally lay his new-born son in the cot and leave the hospital, promising to be back first thing in the morning. He was delighted- a proud, doting Dad, and he’d been brilliant during the birth.
But Samantha was still... [continues]

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