Open Question: The daughter I’ll never have, will you be so kind as to comment?
September 2, 2010 – 12:17 pmA foolish thought to even boast
now I wonder, why did I post?
The hand written sign in crayon announces
"This is Sarah's room"
A foolish gesture I suppose
assuming within I'll find my 'Rose'
in my within, the supposed host, a tomb
will not bear a child from my womb.
It's filled with a crib and girlish things.
An angel statue with painted wings
A ring taken from a carousel,
The fragrance of her life does dwell.
I tidy and dust it every day,
putting her toys and books away.
The Pink jewelry box, plays a classical song
I take my time there, stay far too long.
Not ever will I hear a single gasp
Not ever will I feel her night tears, or her grasp
Eyes wide open in the depth of my blight
I live now in her eternal night.
It took me 9 months to prepare her space
even imagined an infant smile on a beautiful face
I thought I was creating perfection
silly I was in my self deception.
One day she'll grow up tall and slim
Challenge boys at their sport in the school gym.
Dance the Ballet,
That's what my Sarah will do one day.
She'll meet a nice young man one day in life
who will love her, yet take her away, as his wife.
I will sit in her room, when, and again
The crib, dusted, still empty then
Goodnight, rest well, sweet Angel mine.
