Fertility

Posted on November 21, 2013 by
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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 Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Fertility

  1. John W. Howell says:
    November 21, 2013 at 8:22 pm

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

    Reply
  2. douryeh says:
    November 21, 2013 at 10:33 pm

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

    Reply
  3. mindlovemisery says:
    November 22, 2013 at 7:55 am

    That second to last stanza wow powerful, poignant aching

    Reply

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