Fifteen years, hoping your not broken

Five times your body failed

Five times your soul shattered

Praying, begging, hoping

that this time would be

the time

Tucked up into self recriminating

fetal position, mourning

another life, you were unable

to bare

Tiny little things getting

lost, amongst the daily

routine

Each Doctor preaching a

new theory

Another test inconclusive

Biological clock running

out of time

Mothers day’s would find

you grieving

Being told that you weren’t

really a mother

Your loss was insignificant

your pain meant nothing

Another friend becoming

a Mother

Another party you

just couldn’t attend

When all hope was lost

When you had finally read

the writing upon the wall

Something amazing came to bare

Life was growing within your womb

Terrified to be happy

Would this be the one

Nine months of fear mingled

with hope

A culmination of a life time of

struggle

There he was a wrinkled little

ball of screaming beauty

Ten fingers and ten toes, and

my overly large ears

He was the purest perfection

Carved from my womb

Brief moments only did I see him

Five hours until I was able to hold him

Pressing him to my breast for

nourishment my

Soul sang out in harmony

The beauty that was, He

The piece of my soul

He completed

The perfection that I held

within my arms was

devastating in its simplicity

Finally I was Whole

Finally I was a Mother