holding a baby in her
arms, worry melting
away as fingers
traced tendrils of newborn hair,
nostrils inhaling
the intense sweetness
of fresh, new love.
There was no pain in
the place where life would not grow,
just the ache of arms
forever empty,
instead carrying the weight
of her silent grief
the intense sting of
the word "barren."
--
Three Word Wednesday: barren, intense, worry
