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We struggled for years
fertility drugs - to no avail.... that first micro- surgery
where my neighbors welcomed me home with a carrot cake.
Pursuing that elusive goal of parenthood
with as many in -vitro attempts as money would allow.
Always the promise of a pregnancy- like a carrot on a stick
You held my hand through all
of those almost unbearable procedures -
and with each failed try
we never grieved- I never let myself
until today at 40,000 feet - 20 years later,
the tears came, un-bidden
Flying First Class from LA-
they served me carrot cake.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016