I sit here and wonder
Is it ever to be?
Will I get to display
The mother in me?
Two blue lines, how must it feel
Desperately yearning, my pain is real
Keeping you safe, feeling you kick
I would gladly have the morning sick
Maternity clothes, cravings and weight gain
Please god send me a child before I go insane
How many days turned to months turned to years I kneel and weep pressing my hands to my empty womb
rocking on my heels
My youth has slipped away and my once soft heart has turned to stone
I still have no child, I'm still alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An emotion laden poem that clearly reveals the emptiness that goes with childlessness. Good write.