Why not me? (15/36)
Vonnets in an Airport Lounge
Longing to raise children, a girl, a boy,
she offered a vocation of caring.
Hearing others’ happy news she’d force joy
yet cry wondering why she was barren.
As a vibrant woman in her twenties
you would think she was a fertile Myrtle.
She felt lone anguish without progenies,
her deprived, not blessed, to be maternal.
Put under for a procedure by scope,
a specialist examined internal.
She clung on with prayers and eternal hope
after all was found medically normal.
“Aren’t one’s babies just supposed to be?
Others get pregnant, and yet why not me?”
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