#childless
And I sat on the shore
Watching the families
The mothers greatness and deep love
Fathers fountains of knowledge and abundance of affection
And I wondered
What if I'd have been chosen
To be a mother
To care for a child
My child
A million times more than I'd ever cared for myself
What if the mountains had realised that I too was strong enough of heart
Brave enough of soul
Overflowing with courage of the ocean
Capable to create a bond
Never to be broken
What if I'd been gifted a child
A moment so precious, tender
Instead of the loss
Empty womb
Dark spaces
Always checking
what I may have forgotten
something missing
Never awoken
I've learnt to catch the water from my eyes
and replenish the sea
Strong tears are needed
For the heart to be free
Never knowing is destruction
Always wondering is pain
Emptiness is darkness
But I've learnt to smile
In these moments of rain
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 12:56 PM UTC
هر دو بی فرزند هستیم (متفاوت)/we are both childless, differently
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*let us not ask each other or god
the why, just how life worked out
and maybe by a choice unconfessed*
~
yet we both lie.
~
you possess thousands of offspring,
tend to their every need, breast feed
them water, special nutrients, stroking
their leaves, worry about their viruses,
you, dying just, a little, when, one rooted
looks up and says, “I am dying mother,
thank you for your love.”
~
my ***** produced two men,
each now, differentially,
lost, lost to me, and daily
privately, in word and wet,
weep my losses, for what
is a man who had children,
but goes down into his grave
gray haired, with none in
attendance to refill the soil
that his grave grayed body
requires to
hide his wasted,
childless
life.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
Childless
by Michael R. Burch
How can she bear her grief?
Mightier than Atlas, she shoulders the weight
Of one fallen star.
Keywords/Tags: mother, mothers, motherhood, child, childless, death, grief, weight, burden, Atlas, epigram, epitaph, elegy, eulogy, lament
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
So I ain't quite in the box,
If you have children,
If you have a puppy,
If you, if you, if you.
I have my own stuff,
Maybe I need to find my voice,
Maybe I need to not read others,
I'm sick of it.
Sick of not finding where I fit in.
Not finding the so called box.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
I beheld the arms of a fallen babe
it's lifeless breath
inches in this world
and the air has given way
to their undeveloped lungs..
a precious soul
never to know
the sun's skin
as it kisses and darkens,
tints and caresses
gone too soon
never to know of
their mother & father
I beheld a fallen babe
lifeless in my arms
leaving a mother to know
the sorrow
of missing their
..first born..
Shalom
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
Disappointment drips from our eyes
Littering our faces and chests with ash
and traces of broken dreams
Collecting at our feet in pools of heartbreak
and puddles of unplayed versions
of the life we envisioned.
Wading through the pain we find
a rescue boat in each other's arms
I whisper
" They say it gets easier with time"
You wince
" I wish it were today"
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
Being childless
has its benefits
especially while channeling Peter Pan
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
I never forget what it feels like to be kid
But you have say I am immature but at least I know how to be happy at Least I can still feel like a kid when the world is too busy fighting each other i give myself time Out so I can reflect on my thoughts and ideas you being rough on yourself
Try being a kid sometime it helps
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
“Do you have children?”
“No” I reply.
“Did you not want them?”
What's with the why?
Oh I wanted them alright
But try as I might
Their father never materialised
So neither did they.
Don’t assume my career must have got in the way
Or hypothesize that I’m gay
So proud all you mums of your legacy
Well,
it just didn’t happen for me.
some of you think I’ve missed out on life
And to an extent
I’d agree this is true
But how many of you
Have seen as much of the world as I?
I think with a sigh,
At least I am free
But, yes at times
Incredibly lonely.
So please don’t ask that question as though kids are a given
BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T GIVEN TO ME
By anybody.
And I have to get on with life
Hearing that question
Which cuts like a knife
I'm sorry
It's fine
It just makes me sad
This reminder that I’ll never meet
The children that I never had.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Blurry hazy memories of my life
The hopes and dreams of a little girl
But the image of motherhood shattered
Like my reflection
Broken into a million pieces
My heart is pounding
But it isn't in my chest
I hid it away, a long time ago
In a dark forgotten corner
where no one can harm it
I'm ready to find it
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Not-father’s day today
No morning breakfast tray.
Nor card soppily versed
In filial love immersed.
Children in great array
Their father love display.
Each post that father lauds
Cuts as a thousand swords.
The words ‘I love you dad’
Not hearing is so sad.
We sit and pine away
On this not-father’s day
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC
Carefree my life
Hides emptiness
Internal strife
Longs to profess
Denied by fate
Love incarnate
Expecting now?
Son or daughter
Someday maybe?
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC