Morning I am a published poet. I have never written as to how I feel about being childless
I did just now and wish to share:
It's like the light inside me faded, and now is gone
That little flicker of hope, faded and died, the day I lost my son
Work doesn't define me, work isn't my goal
Work doesn't ignite, nor fill my soul
How can I explain my darkest deepest pain
So I keep on smiling through the rain
Yes, I've got nieces and nephews, friends kids I adore
But the truth is, I will, and always will want more
Never hear the word mummy, never nurture a young soul or little mind
Mother Nature, you are wicked, cruel, unkind
Why put the yearning inside me, why make it number one
Why do that, then take away my child, my chance to be a mum
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