Mariel blogs from time to time and I just love her work. She loves to write poems and small blurbs. She won’t ever tell me she’s written something new – I’ll just see an email notification come through and then rush to read it. Her writing is very personal but she agreed to let me share her poem here. This one was especially touching.
Bly sky scrubs.
and a lady eating crackers out of the top drawer of her desk
Those are the details I remember from our first try.
new doctor, new hope
Try two looked promising and we both held on to the possibility of meeting you soon.
Third times the charm, we said.
then we cried for the millionth time
I’ve dreamed of you twice baby, where are you? How can we reach your pretty little feet?
Why haven’t you shared your beating heart, your tiny kicks, or morning sickness to mommy and me?
What can we do to hold you in our arms for the first time? Where do we look? How do we make you? Is it because you’re not ready for us? Are we not ready for you?
We get tired of trying sometimes.
Then we remember….even though you’re not real just yet, we hold you tightly in our hearts.
Please hurry home.