She dreamed of children
conceived in love
but many futile years of trying
dreaming
hoping
never brought her fruit
He dreamed of children
laughter ringing
but many hollow years of trying
dreaming
hoping
somehow weren’t enough
They called the doctor
made appointments
gave him samples of life’s fluid
dreaming
hoping
Praying that the news was good
She’s stopped dreaming
haunting aches
echo in an empty womb
crying
dying
wishing hope would linger there
He stopped dreaming
no use in trying
Cursed the words that broke her heart
samples
barren
I’m sorry,
but no seed were found.
Patricia Gibson-Little
May 17, 2003
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Written December 9th, 2003
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thats a sad poem- its tough went what you want you cant have. Your poem was bery well written and flowed beautifully.
Also- Thank you for commenting on my poem "borrowed fariy tale"- That is really neat that your friend has the company for special weddings- about 5 years ago my aunt had a Rennisance (sp?) wedding too. And our whole family rented coustumes and such...it was really fun! well thanx again and great write! -
WOW!!! This was very moving. Fortunately I have never had to go through this. I have beautiful boys but I know so many couples who have had problems and a few who have actually sperated because of it. It what should have brought them closer together, drove a wedge between them. Makes me wonder what would have happened had they had kids and once the kids left, would they half a life together or would they still seperate?
Your words echoed the feelings that were relayed to me by these couples. So many times the woman would be pregnant only to miscarry. Life left leaving pain and sorrow. Excellen piece.
Keep writing.
Edited on Jan 14, 11:10 because 'spelling'. -
this does touch in sadness...
there are some who do want families...
but within the circumstances it never happens!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
Bill -
thats really sad... i hope, that if this is a poem about a true happenstance, that they adopt... they can love an adopted child just as much as their own.
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sparse and touching, elegant sadness, also touching on the pain of the submitting to tests and the measuring of personhood in fertility - superb
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