Baby Love-Angelina's Story

If time has elasticity
then stretch it across my love's heart
in the dead of night
make it stop as we try
to make our baby.

Now three years of trying.

Make it stop my aging.

Grant me the time;

reverse the ticking clock
inside my womb.

I want this baby.

I cannot be the barren woman.

Take this ticking clock
and silence it.

Translate
my husband's love into
baby bouncing
free.

Let me hear
baby's cry.

He said

'We could always adopt.'

And I said
'I guess we could
but it wouldn't be the same.'

So strong is baby love
so strong this longing
I'll not sleep again this night:

tiny hands

tiny face

in my dreams;

reaching out.

I have this baby love
yearning for my own
tiny hands and arms
reaching out to me.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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