Maternal Heartstrings

The sweet taste of hope
Dancing lightly in my thoughts.
A happy future
Playing out in my head.
Daydreaming blissfully
In a sea of possibility-
I am overcome
With such emotion-
From the place
Where my heart once bled.

I daydream often
Of a ‘maybe’
A hope, that most likely,
Will never come to light.
I daydream often of the thought
Of another baby-
A bright light to be born
Out of the dark of night.
I tiptoe carefully and quietly-
Through the shadows
Around this little flame of hope.
I am overcome
With such emotion-
From the place
Where my heart once broke.

The bitter taste of reality-
Hits hard!
And suddenly,
The bright lights have all dimmed.
My daydream of hope
And light-hearted bliss-
Now scattered
And gone with the wind.
A momentary glimpse
Of what might have been,
But somehow-
Wasn’t meant for me.
A heavy-hearted end-
To a beautiful daydream
And the fairytale thought
Of a ‘maybe’.

As I grow older with grace,
Try to accept what is-
And learn to swallow my pride-
I am overcome
With such emotion-
From the place
Where my heart once died.

-Tanielle Childers © December 4, 2014

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