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
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