The Two Journeys

Aching for the sweet little bundle

In your arms,

Where there is nothing.

To hear a little coo or laugh,

Brings joy and sorrow intertwined.

The emptiness, the endless tears,

The years of drawn out prayer.

The journey to motherhood

Has taken quite a different turn.

Will it ever be for me?

A bright new soul has leapt into life,

Turning One’s sorrow to joy,

And One’s joy to sorrow.

Aching for the sweet little bundle

In someone else’s arms,

There is nothing here but the memory.

To hear a little coo or laugh,

Brings joy and sorrow intertwined.

The emptiness, the endless tears,

The years of drawn out prayer.

The journey to motherhood

Has taken quite a different turn

Than I ever thought for me.

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