To know what words there are to say,
abound in blessing and wonder,
Given a reason to survive this life,
another life for the world to forgive.
Fear not for the truth of this dance,
Growing astonishment bubbles delight,
wishing in all the world to see this life,
this life to the world you give.
Your blessing my curse,
neither infertility, nor lack of morality,
only me in my self-imposed solitude,
neither child nor person to love in the darkness.
The word of this is blessing,
quiet all those who speak of curse,
live though the struggle we know as life,
living to love the child you give.
Author notes
Good luck on the kid babe. I'm going for reassuring. No idea if this one works.
A contest entry
- A Good Reason To Hold A Contest... by Alittle2lost.
1000 points, ended May 4, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is beautiful, and very reassuring. thank you, well done.
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