The Unborn Mother
Nothing has changed yet I am completely different
I may look the same. Same body. Same life.
But inside my heart is broken
My belly is bruised and bloated from the nightly needles
My vein punctured from the sucking syringe
My eyes are hollow, empty
Nothing is real anymore. Nothing matters.
I close my eyes and shut out the world
So it is just me and you
My little unborn non-existent baby
You did not stay. You did not grow
Did you choose to up and go?
Did no one tell you how you would be loved and kissed?
Did no one tell you how much you would be missed?
My little unborn non-existent baby.
No one told me, of this waiting, wanting.
Thousands of poems and songs to describe unrequited romantic love
But what of a mothers love when that mother does not yet exist?
The unborn mother. Waiting. Wanting.
continued on my blog ..........www.mindfulmumatobe.co.uk
Sending love to everyone out there who is also, as yet, an unborn mother xxxxxxxx