A cake to be baked!

Just trying to write the feeling of a woman longing for a baby here PD. Please excuse.

I thought I was blessed to be here,
Always cuddled and appreciated.
Got all things I wished, dear or mere,
And cloud nine is where I resided.

Married to a wonderful man, I glowed
So bright that the stars fell jealous.
They conspired together and did goad,
Making me feel odd and restless.

The initial years of marriage flew,
I didn't know where they went now.
I recollect only those moments a few
Which are special and studded with love.

After two years, we decided to have
A baby as we saw that it completes
Our lives, and we then started to save
Every penny without much of a retreat.

Not that we were financially low,
We wanted to set aside a sum
To spend only for it, you know?
Not daring to disappoint it some.

Months came and months went,
It had not arrived to us yet.
Only regular were those days spent
With tears too, as I was upset.

Now it was the nights' turn to
Be envious, for, below my eyes,
Was seen a darkness and hollow too.
I was heavy as a mountain of ice.

My lips only quivered,
That too for a prayer.
My happiness withered,
I felt I was a loser.

I wished to exchange all my joys
Right from my earliest memories
And was willing to go any length and try
Getting a speedy recovery.

All those baby dresses and toys
Offered the only solace to me.
My husband could not fill the void
And felt helpless and sick as me.

As each day dawned, crawled and ended,
My hope was being torn bit by bit.
I found it hard to see that amended
As I ended up, lost in transit.

We could have adopted, yes, but I
Still felt that I could give birth to one.
I was not giving up however sly,
My chances were, so, I listened to none.

Finally I realized that God had ears,
For he had listened to my prayers.
For the first time when I missed my periods,
Both heaven and hell took turns to appear.

With trembling heart and shaking hands,
We went to the hospital, for a check-up.
Had I the power, I wished to reprimand,
The time then for its dragging so much.

Then came those blessed moments again
I was reinstated back to cloud nine.
Along with the immense joy, I also gained
Weight, but never once did I mind.

Of all those glorious moments in my life,
My baby's arrival tops the chart.
Though it required to use the knife,
Upon me, I never found it hard.

The little bundle of joy is enough
To undergo any suffering so great.
As it grows faster, I can't find enough
Time for myself, but I won't berate.

 

PD thats a wonderful poem. You have made my eyes watery and think when will I get a chance to cook/bake with my LO

 

RGS Sir,

Wonderful poem. You have hit the bull's eye of feelings of every TTC woman.