Every day that I see you I see you as a strong lady
Through many trials and joys taking care of your babies
Who can speak for you with no child of their own
Every child varies so there is no right or wrong
I love the patience you have and I find it so amazing
The thought of me having a child sends my heart racing
I can't help but stare at you with much admiration
The way you guide your children and give them direction
For nine months you carried them so close to your hips
Then for eighteen years or more teaching and giving tips
To be a parent to a child must take a lot of energy
The day I become a mom it's like you I want to be
Being a mom requires teaching them the facts of life
Using laws and principles hoping they turn out right
You make a wonderful mom and you do your job well
In your quest of parenthood I doubt your efforts fail
Categories:
childless, child, children,
Form: Rhyme
The sad problem was Hannah's ova.
Once they form a baby tears over:
Goal which had made her man rover
Around good clinics now hover...
Placed on Tiger nut and Guava
Locked semen is opened Louvre
Then, Doctor traced cause to Hannah,
Soon after return from Ghana
And it was a blow: Hammer,
From husband a lifted comma.
So, the drugs should not Fred cover,
Rather married Hannah lover,
No need by drug stores pull over,
Picked drugs mere help to stores turn-over.
But then the truth: both are childless
Fred to not say: "I'll bother less".
Ovarian challenge not over,
Caring Husband not in clover.
Categories:
childless, child, desire, dream, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
Every month, ovulating
Yearning, breathing in and out
In and out, breathing – inhaling
Exhaling, panting, gasping
Yearning, begging, pleading
Please, God, please!
Every month, echoing
The past months, the years
The tears adding up, rivers
Of yearning, hopes shattered
Moons coming and going,
Hearts breaking, interrupting
The prayers for a small cry,
Every month, praying, praying
Imploring God for a child
Little eyes, small fingers, toes
To count and kiss, breathing
In and out, the prayers,
Beseeching, entreating, praying
Every month, the blood
Drenching soft linens,
Soaking like tears, softly falling
Quenching the dreams
The echoing of prayers, yearning
Hope doused, darkness all around
Optimism fading into the shadows
Every month, a heart swells with hope
Then breaks, crushed by the weight
Of silence in the nursery,
Emptiness in the arms who long
To hold a baby, a little one, a light of life!
July 4, 2022
Categories:
childless, baby, grief, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
None rankle me like a parent so blind,
he or she that see what they choose to see.
O readers, I beg of that rudest kind
must they breed so damn prolifically?
A time to be seen, a time to be heard,
such should be the nature of kids and kings -
and patience tempered with an ordered word
in the battle of wills and childish things.
All I ask of you children of the corn
is hold your quicksilver tongues as a rule,
but every minute a jackass is born
who will play up, play dumb, and play the fool!
Thus a child not chastised in transgression
is schooled in misdeed and not the lesson.
Written: June 1991
Categories:
childless, children, parents,
Form: Sonnet
Having a child is a blessing and not by efforts or will and wealth
Neither by only health and strength
It’s like the air that all the time blows
Towards any direction it pleases, it blows
Having children is fun
But comes when it is timed to come like the sun
Man is not responsible if it decides to shine or not
Of course, that authority, we have not.
Let the barren live comfortable in the midst of their trauma
I even urge them to stay out of the realm of that trauma
Have fun and dine in the world you can make a heaven
Barrenness does not disqualify one from going to Heaven
Neither is it a defect of becoming a mother
A needy child you pick will definitely call you mother
And of course it is your actions and care that make you a mother
Remember, not all child bearers are mothers
The care, love, affection, protection and upbringing of a child make mothers!
Categories:
childless, 4th grade, birth,
Form: Couplet
You say you went childless,
so where are your riches?
All wrapped up in numbers
or locked in a vault
You say you went childless,
but where is your fortune?
You’ve already been forgotten
—your grave has been robbed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
Categories:
childless, children,
Form: Free verse
There was once a childless donkey
she desired a baby of her own womb
she sat and thought all day and all night
“I know I do not have eggs in my womb
why can’t I borrow eggs from chicken
If I swallow them I will become pregnant.”
Chicken took her wishes with passion
several eggs donkey was given in a basket
each time she tried, she crashed and ate
Donkey waited long and long and long
the signs of pregnancy did not appear
she tried turkeys, ducks, birds of the air
Categories:
childless, animal, metaphor,
Form: Triolet
Sijo 3
it’s so pitiful to watch/the childless woman go there
with no baby as before/look at the darkening sky
with tear-filled eyes again on/this starless night of the dead
Categories:
childless, metaphor, sad, woman,
Form: Sijo
The Childless Mother
You once had a mother
And how was she?
She was gentle, kind and caring,
As gracious as could be.
And you?
You played house,
You dressed your dolls,
You took them for walks in their prams
You gave them their bottles,
And you rocked them to sleep.
But now, you know,
You’ll never be a mother,
You experience anguish, hurt and pain,
Which our loving heavenly father
Takes away again and again and again.
Categories:
childless, childhood, daughter, faith, family,
Form: Blank verse
Somewhere,
Under a savage sun,
A sterile plane sleeps
In sad spoil, the storms
Recoil in stiff silence
As sand serpents sweat
To non-existence.
The explorer’s lens
Can not collect its far shores,
Where, he’s left to suspect,
A brimming river flows.
Not a tool can tell
His escape. No utensil to
Turn his sick spirits well.
The skies are broken,
Pray heaven cries rain.
Inflamed is the breast that nursed us all
The land of ancestor is in turmoil.
Stoop to your bruised knees pilgrim
For your prayer is your only telegram!
Categories:
childless, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
The Childless
The childless are not only those
That has not protruding stomach experienced
However, they are part of it
The childless are not only those
That theirs’ fell like a leaf eaten by maggot
Yet they make up this group
The childless are not only those
Whose offspring cross the seas?
And have their brains formatted
I agree they are childless
The childless are not only those
That dies of hunger and poverty
It is the worst type of childlessness
The childless are not only those
Whose sons misappropriate funds?
Even when they make the citizenry suffer
The childless are not only those
Who moves from one NPF station to another?
With an intension to bail
Its most heart breaking
The childless are not only those
That replaces a jewelry box weekly
In their heart begging, blaming God
For the gift of a thorn in the heart
Instead of the so requested children
It takes more than birth
To become a father or mother
Categories:
childless, confusion, faith, sympathy, heart,
Form: Free verse