Grace, Infertility

Waiting Mamas

“Waiting Mamas”

We are hard to spot.

We stand with empty arms,
wear thick sweaters to cover
the bruises of wounded hearts,
stretch smiles over our faces
to hide the pain.

We send gifts for Mother’s Day,
and spend the night
sewing heart-shaped pieces
back together again.

We take numbers,
find stiff-backed seats,
avoid the eyes of strangers.
We flip through magazines,
chat with uncomfortable husbands.

Doctor visits and web pages,
tests and tea leaves,
tinctures and time,
we diagnose, test, hypothesize.
We try, we try, we try.

We wait.

Written April 28, 2014, seven months before our number was finally, FINALLY called.

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I’m Jasmine Myers, professional writer & marketer, joyful wife, and new mama living in Portland, Oregon.