No need to think about it
I know just what I do
If 500,000 dollars
thru the window flew
First I’d pay off doctors
then I’d see some more
Hoping for a sibling
for the son that I adore
Next I’d pick another
who’s gone thru infertility
and I’d pay for her to cycle
right along with me
While we worked on procreating
I’d start a fund, it’s true
So maybe other couples
wouldn’t go what we went thru
Next I’d replace the money
I stole from future dreams
My retirement account
needs some shoring up it seems
But I’d have traded every penny
If that was what God deemed
The price of the wonderful child
Of whom we’d always dreamed
Of course we need a college fund
For my special little lad
Education is important
It’s something I wish I’d had
Fix up the house, repair the roof
Where a tree limb in a hurricane blew
And my husbands’ father’s property
could use attention too
We have dental work that’s been ignored
family to visit far away
the children in the neighborhood
could use a place to play
Money’s been tight the last 5 years
and Dr’s got the lion’s share
So the biggest boon would be the worry
I wouldn’t have to bear
I have all the love I’d ever want
maybe a little more
But there are far too many things
that you need funding for
So I guess when it comes down to it
On this you can rely
I’d use the money for all the things
in life that love, can’t buy.
Author notes
We battled infertility for years and spent over $50,000 out of pocket to bring our son home. During this same time my Joe had 9 surgeries, including 2 hip replacements. Times were hard but we had love to pull us thru.
The happiest day of my life was the day they handed me our son. Though he was conceived thru IVF let no one say he was not conceived in love. It’s the way God intended it to be, even if it’s not the way I dreamed of or would have chosen.
I would love to give other couples who are suffering from infertility the chance to know the rapture of holding their own child. I think it's the saddest thing that insurance in this country seldom pays for fertility treatments.
The picture is of my son. My heart. I like to say “he was worth every dollar, every year, every prayer, every tear.”
A contest entry
- Genuine Entries Only. My Gift to you. by Janice M Pickett.
1400 points, ended November 6, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
constructive criticism is desired
Comments
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What I see here for you mainly, is starting a protest, petition, becoming a leader in the fight for what you believe in. So many children suffer in drug filled homes conceived by mothers who... 'made a mistake'...!!
Unwanted kids in need of love, yet people who dearly want to love care and treasure a child, are incapable of conceiving. I would be starting a movement to have laws changed. make it your fight. Enlist others push it through legal channels make someone listen. Don't sit back waiting for someone else to take the lead, become the leader. make it happen. Find the resourses on the net.
You CAN and SHOULD do it. I can show you how to if you like. I do it all the time here, my community come to me when they want to see action, simply because I have the fight in me and the drive to take action.
Money is coming into your life as I speak. You can find funding places on the net in your area. Apply for funding for your cause.
Dream your dream, there is nothing you cannot do. dreams are thought, thought is energy and the universe is energy. So whatever you think about the most, will become your reality.There is no other way. Always be grateful though and continually thank God/the Universe for everything daily.
Trust my words. They are true. -
From the heart comes this poem; liked the flow, sentiments expressed, rhythm, rhyme and loved the picture. How precious our children are; and for all the effort you have gone through to make him happen - congratulations. I am sure you will always love this little man. Thanks to for sharing and inspiring others who are in this same predicament as you once were.
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