I started this poem two Mother's Days ago and have been meaning to finish it ever since. But every time I've sat down to wrap it up, I find it difficult. Like emotionally difficult. So I'm posting it as is, without much of a conclusion. In some ways that just seems to fit our story anyway...still waiting to find the conclusion of our own life's infertility poem.
~David
It's Mother's Day again today.
(My heart hurts for her.)
She's the one so put together
From her feet up to her face
She's smiling
She's hiding
Her desire to embrace
A child
Her own
To be a mother with a home.
It's Mother's Day again today.
(Always on a Sunday.)
She's the one so put together
But with tear lines on her face
She's smiling
She's striving
To not feel out of place
A mother
Not yet
But praying she'll be next.
It's Mother's Day again...
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