I think this is the first poem I've ever put on FictionPress. Cool!

This started out as an assignment for Creative Writing. The teacher wrote out numbers, 1 through 18, on notecards and had us randomly select one. I picked 9. For a while I was trying out poems about how cats have nine lives, and fortunately I changed my mind and came up with this. Definitely not the best thing I've ever written, but I like it anyway.


In retrospect, the night was not outstanding

Surely not enough to stop her where she stood

But a plus sign canceled years of careful planning

These things don't seem to work out like they should

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Nine months were filled with denial, fear, and mourning

Nine months, her sadness kept her in a trance

Yet happy tears came flowing without warning

Perhaps these things are better left to chance