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I tremble within my skin
Awaiting the birth of time
Fertility in the balance

Is this the great decision
To breed and build or just decline?
Mortality here but chance

I’m no mother in my soul
My womb is barren I suppose
And everything’s a dance

But some nights I dream a child
Has come so far across all space
Fertility in the balance

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Fertility

  1. a great question to ponder. Wouldn’t give up the first “hi daddy” for the world

  2. douryeh says:

    Parenthood is a gift, not to be taken for granted.
    Thanks for sharing, @D

  3. That second to last stanza wow powerful, poignant aching

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