I used to dream of simple things
it wasn't much, you know,
Married with a "picket fence"
isn't that the way it goes?
Then my greatest wish as girl
was to one day be a mum,
A simple dream, a little thing
what life could then become.
It wasn't much to ask for
so I thought at the time
But as my clock began to tick
I began to wonder "why";
Here within my thirties now
and still my greatest wish
Has never come to fruition,
was it meant to be like this?
Questioning the reasons
why I had been "left out"
Of the plan for motherhood,
while inside I scream and shout;
Feeling almost past my prime,
do I have to be fifteen
To fall pregnant and have a child
to then fulfill my dream?
It doesn't seem quite fair, I know
but nothing's as it seems
I thought it was so simple
but was it too bigger dream?
Although there's a good reason why
I've never had that chance,
I just wish I had a choice
but it was taken from my hands.
© Christina
19th November, 2004
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"This heartfelt poem is about something many women suffer from ~ infertility....for whateevr reasons. It tells of the heartache of the once simple dreams we had as young girls, and the realisation of it never coming true. The ups, the downs, the moods, the depression, the pain....and in the end one gets so wrapped up in the heartache you begin to wonder what it was about to begin with. You lose sight of those simple dreams as the end up being more complex than you ever thought possible. I thought they were simple dreams ~ they WERE simple dreams! But it seems that that's all they are meant to be....dreams."
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