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to be a mother by Shonda Chrissonberrythe sense of awareness
and profound change
that sweeps over you
the moment you find out
that you are with child
is unmeasurable by any other
i have experienced
save one
the moment you find out
that same child is no more
those past weeks of joy
sharing this gift with others
tending to your
body, mind and soul
so that your wee one will have
a soft, warm, wonderful place to grow
and thrive until the moment
they deisre to be held by loving arms
sinks like a dead (funny word) weight
in the pit of your stomach
the tears don't surface at first
you look over at the others
trying to find some answers
some solice in their eyes
and even they have none
then you wait
for your body to reject this gift
you wait
for the blood to trickle
then flow down your legs
you wait for the pain
the pain
the pain
not only physical
but that pain
that never really goes away
you wait for that pain
hoping it will ease some of this
whatever it is
my child would have been 14 this year
and i have cried
and i have hurt
and i have grieved
not only for the child i lost
so many years ago
but for the others
i have never been given the chance to love
childless and barren
these words that sting
to be a mother
has always been my greatest desire 05/08/2011 Posted on 05/08/2011 Copyright © 2026 Shonda Chrissonberry
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 05/08/11 at 11:56 PM Poignant - words fail, but I'm sorry for your loss. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/05/11 at 04:25 AM I'm so sorry for your loss, but glad that you were able to write about it ::HUGS::. gorgeously written, though. |
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