Sweet Blessing

Motes of dust

dancing through the air

caught in gleaming sunbeam

laying on the floor

entranced

fingers held light

across tight belly

feeling the dance beneath my skin.

Time once was

I thought this day would never come

for well…..

age

health

wealth

all play a part in being

serene

peaceful

for implantation to take place.

I would look so longingly

at others

with bundles of joy in their arms

my heart breaking

for mine were empty

I did not feel the weight

the scent

the feel of a child asleep.

I have lost one

she bore a hole in my heart

that I strove to ignore

to deny

not her

but the pain that I felt

which no one explained

would be brutal

demoralizing

encompassing with no way out.

Now my miracle is at hand.

Any day now

I will meet

this child of mine…..

who I already love

who I already adore

who is a mystery

wrapped in a rose colored bow

that I cannot wait to snip.

©Nov. 13/19

This poem is based on the fact that I lost my daughter Christina 28 years ago tomorrow. I never thought that I was ever going to have a child of my own when 17 years later I discovered I was pregnant with Tember. To this day he is my miracle and masterpiece and yet I miss Christina every day.

Picture is my own.