Poems about Infertility (I)

[ladybug28]

I wrote a couple of poems last night, thinking of myself in this infertility
journey and of the many many others who are walking this road with me.
It is hard, and the only way that I find to express myself clearly
is through my poetry. So I hope that you will like to read what I have
written for it is from my heart. These are dedicated to you, if you are
dealing with the many complex issues that surround infertility.
God Bless and fill your arms soon!
Love Stephanie


God answers so many of my little prayers,
so why not the big ones too?
I just can't understand it
Why does He do the things he decides to do?
My deepest desire lies unfullfilled
I feel so hopeless inside
I know I should be thankful
and not so full of pride.
I ask God every day
for this or that, you know, little things.
And when He answers so clearly
my heart just really sings.
But in those deep, pondering moments
When I ask for the desire of my heart,
I get no clear answer
and then my tears start,
Oh God, I want a baby
to hold and kiss and love
I know that You alone can give me
that blessing from above.
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting
and my patience grows to despair.
Oh why can't I have a baby?
For nothing else I truely care.
I know You haven't forgotten me
for better things to do
because You answer all my little prayers,
I just wish You'd fulfill my big one, too.

By Stephanie Marottek
9/25/01


When do I stop?
When do I realize it's enough?
Why does it have to be me
who has it so tough?
There are many out there
who are evil and perverse.
Yet do You burden them
with an infertility curse?
A 16 year old delivers
a healthy baby boy
then throws him in the garbage
like some old broken toy.
A drug addict
has 3 beautiful little ones
and beats them black and blue
for nothing they have done.
A worn-out woman
with already more than she can bear
sighs dissapointedly
when she sees two lines are there.
God give me one, just one
to cherish all my days
And I promise that to You I'll give
all glory, credit and praise.
Make it stop
this intense longing and fear.
Please give me a child
that I can hold near!

By Stephanie Marottek
9/25/01

[CherylNMO]

Those are wonderful poems, Stephanie!!!! :tup:

You hit it right on the nose. I've prayed to God why can't I just have one baby and that's all I ask for.

Good job.

[Aussie Shaz]

Hi there all,
I would like to share a poem that I wrote back in February this year
when the second stimulated cycle failed. I call it Tears.

With every tear that falls, there is a lost heart that calls.
it calls to say I'm here, don't dispair, I will come to you
when the time is right, when you least expect me and through
the quiet night open your heart to me, accept me, I will be there
in the end.
Your wait may be long, you may get frustrated by the whole
ordeal. In the end I will be real. While others around you are
succeeding your heart goes on bleeding.
I would thank you for being patient, I would thank you for
being the kind of person who shows persistance. If it were not
for this, I may never get the chance to have an existence.
In the chaos of your day, the calm of your night, let your heart
soar and take flight.
For so many tears, for so many years. You have been trying,
thinking of giving up but never doing it. In the end you just keep
on going in the hopes that I will come to you, the one who deserves
me, the one who can love me as no other can. You will be that
mother that you always wanted to be. Just you keep waiting for me.

This came to me one night, and I just had to pick up my pen and get it
down onto paper.
It certainly helped me out that night, now everytime when I get
a negative I go back to it and read it, it helps me through those first
few days after af arrives.
Hoping that it will help you wonderful ladies.
thinking of you all
Shaz

[ladybug28]

Shaz, That poem about TEARS is beautiful.
Thank you for sharing it!
HUGS!
And hopeful +++++ to us all!
ladybug
Please feel free to contact me for support
hopefully_trying_again@yahoo.com

[amyfour]

My hand rests on belly empty
My innards unresponsive
My mind craves the news fecundity
My heart knows the truth.

[ladybug28]

hi i just wanted to tell you
that your poem thing
really moved me...I soo feel it too!
HUGS!
Ladybug

[jdegnan911]

My friend, 38yoa, after 8 years of ttc and every procedure including multiple failed IVF's....unexplained IF....

She had her sister carry an adopted embryo for her and they were blessed with a baby boy in August...

Now....she just found out she is pregnant with twins!! The old fashioned way!

Amazing how that happens.....hopefully that will happen to the rest of us too!

Jen

[jessmom]

Thank you for sharing this! I am 33 and I have an 18 month old dd from IVF w/ ICSI after 7.5 years of IF. I'm ready for another miracle and this story gives me hope that maybe I too could be blessed with a miracle the old fashion way. After 7.5 years of IF treatment and insurance that didn't and won't cover IF treatments, we can't afford at this point to go through the treatments and are just plain praying for another miracle. Again, thanks for sharing - it always helps to hear positive things!!

[ProudMom2Alex]

Pink Or Blue

God, pink or blue, I do not care
Its sex is neither here nor there.
I pray you see my longing heart,
And in motherhood, let me take part.

I ask this out of selfishness,
But pray you grant it none the less.
I will do my best to raise them right,
To ignite in them Your holy light.

And if it not be, Comfort me please.
Mend my heart and give me peace.
And help me to see and understand,
Your will is much greater than what I had planned.

~Susan Reardon

[ProudMom2Alex]

Dreams

Some dream of big houses
Or shiny new cars,
Ours is to someday
Hold a baby that’s ours.
Some dream of more money
To hoard and to keep,
Mine is to someday
Rock my baby to sleep.
Some dream of careers
In buildings so tall,
His is to someday
Toss his kid a baseball.
Some dream of great power
To be strong and tough,
Ours is to someday
Have a child to love.
Some dream of things
Such as silver and gold
Ours is of the day
Our child we’ll hold.

~Susan Reardon