Infertility Poem by Sue Stone
Infertility
How can one mourn
a future that will never be?
My un-conceived
yet pre conceived
idea of completeness.
The crimson rage that
marks an end to every hope.
I cannot bear to look
at those babies of yours.
Not because I begrudge you
this ultimate blessing,
but that it causes
an unbearable anguish of being.
It haunts my dreams;
colours my every waking second.
Never stork white, but elephant grey
that never forgets
The dream.
I mark the bell chimes.
Every new year
a landmark of failure.
'Stork White' and 'Elephant Grey, ' I love that stanza. Few words to convey a powerful concept.
A subject that only a woman could write about properly... Possibly, a subject that only Sue Stone could have written about in such a direct and relevant style. Top notch writing, as always.
Exquisitely written, Sue! I admire your ability to climb into the skin of another and have it fit so well. How sad that the speaker in the poem believes the last two lines. I see infertility as an option for adoption of a previously unloved and/or disadvantaged and/or abused child and an evening out of inconsistencies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem rings so true.. I wrote one on infertility too, called Stop the Rain, I feel ur pain.