BLOSSOMS

Written by: Yesha Shah

spring showers-- amid the flowering plants a barren pot Sitting in the gleaming plush waiting room of a high profile doctor, she imagines herself as that flower pot of her terrace garden whose seeds failed to germinate. At this IVF and gynecology hospital she cannot help but notice the little to large baby bumps of expectant mothers all around her glowing with anticipated pride. Ah! the maternal ache in her empty life again fills her with a sudden sense of loneliness. gust of spring breeze-- tinkling of the wind chime in a silent home She thinks of the evenings spent alone in her beach facing pent house, all the while dreading the ones to follow. After three failed cycles of IVF, the las semen sample of her deceased husband is the straw of hope she is desperately clinging to. She taps her touch screen cell phone and longingly gazes into his loving, laughing eyes in the picture. Oh! How she longs to spend the rest of her life loving someone that so "him"! When he was diagnosed with a terminal illness they'd managed to store four samples for her conception just in case... And the worst fears came true. Now before proceeding for the final cycle she almost beseeches her lady doctor to ensure that all possible means of a success are employed correctly this time. The doctor smiles and assures her. Ready to endure all pains and procedures, she completes her treatment and returns home, a silent prayer in her heart at all times. blossoms sway-- the bee hovers on a sun kissed bud As if signifying anything, the long dormant seeds of her barren pot sprout. her heart fills with hope each day for the next month as she watches it grow rapidly with every sunrise. Yes, blossoms blooming marking the onset of spring. Spring in her garden and spring in her life, so the doctor confirms. Yesha Shah