A promise of plenty

Found the last entry in my old diary
It was a sad memory for me...
Though it was of promise and plenty
I knew the ending was not gentle
It declared a new life was coming
The child would be born in June 1981
Maybe on Tim's next birthday...
They would be getting married soon
To cement their relationship too
It would happen in three weeks time
We attended the wedding at the registry
It was a simple, pleasant memory
Not long afterwards came sad tidings
Miscarriage...the baby longed for: gone
Sadness and turmoil would ensue
All those sad memories were here too
I remember all the madness that ensued
Breakups, anger, make ups, more pain
Ah dear Lord the pain...
That came before next June
Who could have predicted it so soon