A Child Beneath Her Breast (For the Creative Poetry Group)

A couple longs for a baby.

 

 

She longs to nurture a baby

beneath her breast,

but her periloud body deceives her.

Ticking of her biological clock mimicks

her need to conceive.

Pertinacious hope lingers.

 

Visions of pregnancy entertains her thoughts.

Dill pickels with ice cream,

late night cravings.

Belly expanding as the fetus grows

in her womb.

Lamaze classes preparing them for

the journey ahead.

Eyes brim as she visualizes her

husband cutting the umbilical cord

from the babies navel.

 

A cradle of recant dreams want allow

her to give up.

Nursery rhymes, bed-time stories

dance in her head.

Two a.m. feedings,

Exhausted from lack of sleep,

flourish her with anger that her body

has turned against her.

 

Each pregnancy test that is negative

her dream is dampen with despair.

The emptiness she feels nauseate her.

Discharge of continual shifting emotions

strangle her.

Husband and kinder tell her it's time

to adopt.

He murmurs, "We'll still be parents."

She nods in agreement.

 

Life has reimbursed her a chance to

be a mom, not a child her and her husband made, but a generous gift from a stranger.

Raspy cries fill the nursery, as she places

a bottle in its mouth.

Tears of contentment coarse down her cheeks, as she realizes she is nerturing a

baby beneath her breast.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This starts out sad and many women feel this way the older they get. I would have like to have more than one child but I don't think that is going to happen. I have made peace with that, but as I approached thirty it made me think a little. NOw I am a little over thirty and it is okay. I like the beautiful ending to this poem and being a parent comes in more than one way.

[Dream Weaver]

There's nothing greater in life then to
have children. The message here should
be if you're not the biological mother it
really doesn't matter, if you raise the
child it becomes so much more then
a label it becomes a precious gift....
Nicely done...

[Jeremy Baker]

Very original take on this subject, and a terriffic use of the words, too! Great writing!

[Krystal Nicole]

Awww!! So sweet!! Such a beautiful poem about God's precious gift- Life. A parent is a parent wether it is biological or not. Great work!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice poem. I like how you turn the sad story into a happy one. Adoption is very good. It is good to be able to give a baby to people with time and love for a child. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

It was a pleasure to celebrate the miracle of parenthood.
There were bumps in the road, but I love the way you show
us all that a parent's love has no boundaries.