She's in labor

I want to take my pregnant wife to the hospital but we can't go.

We're stuck in this house because of this twenty-five inch snow.

There's no doctor here so I'm having to bring this baby into the world.

I hope that it will be a boy but it might be a girl.

The baby just arrived but I have to mourn.

It's a boy like I had hoped but it's stillborn.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks because I know that my baby is dead.

I thought I'd get a son but I've got a broken heart instead.

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This is a fictional poem

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