Another poem from my archives about my longing and desire to become a mother. This poem was written in October 2015.

So empty does this house of mine feel

Going through infertility is a tiresome ordeal

Each month, I build hope but end up in pain

The cycle continues again and again

Why has our union borne no fruit?

It’s been 2 years of driving down the parenthood route

Other couples can conceive with utmost ease

While we keep trying and trying but don’t succeed

My body truly aches to carry a child

I wish I was naturally healthy & fertile

And to cradle my little one in my arms.

I yearn to have a cute little kid to dote

My time and energy to whom I could devote

How delightful would be such a product of pure love

But everything is in the hands of the Lord above.