Sad Smiles: A Poem Dedicated to The Fellow Sisters
Oh! how beautiful is that toothless grin, how adorable is that hearty giggle!
Oh! how nice is it to have them open their eyes and look at you with smiling eyes!
Oh! how nice is the sound of being called Mom, Mama, Maa.
How nice it is to say ‘Mini-Me’.
How I look at the beautiful pictures on your status, story thread and profile picture.
How I long to bear the pain of labour.
How I wish to sleep at 3 am with her/his cry keeping me awake.
How I wish to have them sleep on my legs and caress their tiny fingers and toes
How tired I am of the questions
The, when are you getting pregnant?
The, is it not time for you to focus on your family?
The, if you don’t give him a child, someone else will.
How my silent scream wails out every night
How my pillows are drenched with still groans
How my wallet is tired of spending on negative tests
It’s ok, we are going to be okay. We are ok.
It will be my turn someday
It will be your turn someday
We are going to go through it.
God will remember us one day and oh how happy will you be
For now, smile, stay strong and wait for it “Mama”
Written to you who has spent hours in thoughts, dreams and still hopes.
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