Our lives can change in the blink of an eye.
One moment, we long for little ones
Carriers of our essence, our name, our love.
We dance around the altar, desperate, pleading,
Our voices rise heavenward, day after day,
A fragrant incense bearing our signature.
With every hospital visit, hope flickers,
Only to be smothered by another “no.”
Each rejection carves away a piece of us,
Each silent shake of the head leaves us hollow.
It is a familiar terrain for me
Then, suddenly, a flicker of hope,
A final nod, a long-awaited “yes.”
Joy erupts, only to be replaced
By sleepless nights, endless cries.
Endless visits to the porcelain throne
Day after day, night after night
Our voices fade, dwindling to a whisper.
Silence.
Where is she?
She is cradling the little one.
He shakes his head.
Where is her incense?
