My Darling, I’ll Forever Wait For You.

This poem, lies close to my heart. Even as I write this, tears fall down my cheeks.

This is a part of me, an honest and true feeling of dealing with infertility and the heartbreak that comes with it.

To my daughter, my love.

I lie in waiting,
In hopeless sleep,
In nightmares and screams,
In tears and falling leaves,
In fear of never meeting you,
Of living my life without you,
I dream of your little fingers, wrapped in my own,
Of green eyes and blonde curls,
Talcum powder and milky breath,
And in my fear,
I forget myself,
I lose my way,
The days are always clouded,
The skies forever grey,
The rain drips down on my face,
In cold shallow wake,
And in all of this heartache and longing,
My heart I know is true,
You are my destiny,
Destined to be,
My darling, I’ll forever wait for you.

Barb Wire


She dreams of yellow tulips in springs bloom,

Of cool water trickling over her head,

The aroma of lavender and green meadows imbue,

In her dreams she’s sipping rose tea,

Fine china,

Silk and lace shift gentle on her skin,

Blue skies above, the warmth of the sun,

This heavenly space,

A place to call home

She breathes in the bitter air,

Coughs on the sadness of this reality she bares,

Barb wire enclosure,

Rapacious hunger

Are all she has left,

She dreams of a distant past,

One she’ll never forget.

Widows Weep

black widow

Photo Courstey of Behance

In a box of oval shape, carved in brass, in shady tomb, in solitude, etched, gazing up at cooper trays, no daylight to warm their face, among lilies, at the bottom of the pond, the sandy earth soaks the sun, wilted flowers, dragon flies and white swans, in threads of black and lacey veils, widows weep.

Copyright Jennifer Calvert 2015