Goodnight facebook.

In the lonely office
there was a laptop 
and a mom
and photos of others' babies on Facebook.
And there were three new birth posts
And two pregnancy announcements 
and an instagram of a growing son and a smiling dad. 
And a due date and a belly
and all the news is worth telling
And a silent sad mom whose heart is now Yelling,
Good night office, good night laptop. 
Goodnight photos on Facebook.
Goodnight birth posts and stories.
Goodnight father. Goodnight son.
Goodnight due dates. Goodnight cute bellies. 
Goodnight news so worthy of telling. 
Take a breath sad mommy, stop your heart from yelling. 
Remember now to let out that air. 
Say Good night to all happy mamas everywhere. 

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