infertility poems.

[Baldie's Mum]

I am trying to find the words that i want to express so badly, so i went into google and found these!

If you have any poems you would like to share, please do!





BLESSED

Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words are yet to be said
But i swear you'll be blessed

I know you're still just a dream
Your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed

And you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that
You'll be blessed

I need you before Im to old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you are blessed:)

[Baldie's Mum]

Who’d have thought life would be this bad
A baby is all she’d rather have
Life goes on, it’ll be her time
Don’t tell her that things will be just fine

No one knows how hard it is
Time goes by in such a whiz
That clock she hears is ticking away
Will she ever make it to that day?

Tests, needles and lots of pain
Will she ever get through this hurtful game?
Mothers day comes and goes
How hurt she is it never shows

Pregnant ladies are all around
She can’t even lift her eyes from the ground
Sad she knows, but what can she do


She wants a baby, just like you …

[Baldie's Mum]

When do I stop?
When do I realize it's enough?
Why does it have to be me
who has it so tough?
There are many out there
who are evil and perverse.
Yet do You burden them
with an infertility curse?
A 16 year old delivers
a healthy baby boy
then throws him in the garbage
like some old broken toy.
A drug addict
has 3 beautiful little ones
and beats them black and blue
for nothing they have done.
A worn-out woman
with already more than she can bear
sighs dissapointedly
when she sees two lines are there.
God give me one, just one
to cherish all my days
And I promise that to You I'll give
all glory, credit and praise.
Make it stop
this intense longing and fear.
Please give me a child
that I can hold near!

By Stephanie Marottek

[Baldie's Mum]

I wish i had this one last weekend.

The Day I Hate Most of All

Some days I’ve learned to dread
More than all the rest,
Difficult to get through
I try my very best.
The day I hate most of all
Always comes in May,
It happens each and every year
We call it Mother’s Day.
In church they’re given flowers
At home a handmade card,
Dad making everyone some lunch
Kids playing in the yard.
Reminds me what I do not have
Instead of what I do,
A little one to give a hug
And say, “Mom, I love you”.
Tomorrow I will live again
Just let me mourn this day,
I pray that I can make it
Through another Mother’s Day.

~Susan Reardon

[Baldie's Mum]

The Circle
For all the woman I have come to know, who share the unfortunate experiences of Infertility

“Welcome to the family”, they all said to me.
“We’re here and we will help you, though we wish it not to be.”
No one wants to join this circle, but God chose us to be part,
To help out those who need it, to mend a broken heart.

We are women on this road called life,
Who carry on through heartache and strife.
We are sisters with one goal in mind, we have not reached just yet.
To one day be called “Mother”, we pray that we are let.

So for now we band together, to cheer and to support
We lift our lowly hearts to God, and pray in one accord.
“God give peace to all our sisters, and maybe even joy,
And someday fill our hearts and hands with a little girl or boy.”

~ Susan Reardon

[JATS]

This is my all time favorite on the subject, The Author's first name is Julie but I can't remember her last name:o She's brilliant:


A Valediction: Forbidding *** hats

As barren women mourn because
their urine stick tests yielded naught,
Self-righteous drive-by posters pause
to kindly offer "just a thought."

Dull and brutish posters' tries
— whose one-off sallies seem intrusive —
to browbeat women under guise
of caring feel a touch abusive.

They pepper us with sage advice —
No more procedures, no more shots.
In case we hadn't yet thought twice:
"It's meant to be! Now just adopt."

Thank you, thank you, nameless troll!
Thought we never once of that!
We're lucky that your flapping hole
Enlightened us, you smug *** hat.

"Why push a child from your vagina?"
Reasonable question, yes,
When paperwork and trips to China
Bring forth children to caress.

We each have answers, different all,
for why our stubborn souls insist,
for why our hopes remain in thrall,
and why our efforts still persist.

So shall we melt, and make no noise,
No protest, and no indignant foam?
Shall we swear off dreamed-for joys
and bring those "needy children" home?

In part, we may — we may decide
to swear off needles, to pursue
Adoption, which we don't deride —
But not because we're swayed by you.

Yes, foam we will, for foam we must
When a troll doth dare presume
to preach that our desires aren't just,
to "just accept" an empty womb.

No matter where our paths may wend —
Adoption, cycling, moving on —
each choice will come from deep within,
not from your clumsy rants, anon.

It's not for you — for anyone —
to scold, to hector, or to scoff
at how we build our families, hon.
we decide that. You f**k off.

[kittykatz]

thanks ains :flowerz:

[Baldie's Mum]

I love that one!!!! :yelclap:

[JATS]

This isn't a poem, but it is a great song.

I would die for that (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqfGqOx2iDQ)

Tears me up every time.

[Baldie's Mum]

oh wow.


:(


Dear infertility,

why us?

regards
Ainsley and Josh


:crying:

[Newhopekte]

Hey Ains,

the poems were lovely brough a tear to my eye.. thanks so much ... :)

i am sorry to bother you but I have no idea how toset up a new post ..

I think you told me the other day if I am correct that you go to west mead ?? if that is correct .. what are they like as I am thinking of going to them ... i wanted to send you a personalized message but still feeling my way around this ..

i feel so blessed in chatting with all of you .. so glad I founf this page .. you girls are an awsome bunch ... :kiss: to you all

hope to hear from you soon ..

kte xxoo

[matalee]

Childless Mother - A Poem

I am a childless mother.
There is an empty hole in my heart
Where my child is supposed to be.
Where there should be squeals and laughter
There is nothing but mind-numbing silence.
And look, there, in the corner sitting idly,
Waiting, is a child's rocker, my rocker-
The rocker that I used to sit in and imagine
Rocking my baby instead of just a doll.
And I realize, that as empty as that rocker seems,
My arms feel even heavier with the emptiness.
How can emptiness feel so heavy?
That emptiness carries my broken dreams,
My disppointments, my resentment.
Flutterby kisses never shared,
Laughter never heard,
Tears never brushed away
All weigh more than a child ever will.
There is an empty hole in my heart
Where my child is supposed to be.
I am a childless mother.


by Louise C Taylor