MOTHER NATURE

If we, as parents, waited months for the birth of our baby boy,
would you not expect us to love him?
If we brought our new baby home, would you not expect us to care for him,
nurture him, and adore him?
Anything less would be considered abuse, wouldn't it?
But what if he never cries, and our happiest memories
are of the months he lived and grew within?
What if his baby blue eyes never opened,
and all the pictures in his album can be counted on one hand?
What happens then?
What do we do when the milk comes in, and no one is here to drink it?
Or we awaken to his cries in the middle of the night
and rush into the nursery, only to find it empty?
What happens when my tummy begins to flatten,
and my pregnant body returns to "normal',
and we still have no little one to hold?
Where are the smiles? Where is the joy?
WHERE IS THE BABY?
What if morning sickness suddenly becomes mourning sickness,
and postpartum depression occurs in the midst of grieving for a baby child?
And what if the only cries in our house, are our own?
How do we explain everything nature intended to happen when a baby is born,
still happens? Except the most important part!
Apparently, my tummy is empty. And yet the cradle is empty, too.
My mind can't comprehend this craziness.
What if our love continues to grow
as the weeks and months and years gradually slip away,
And our precious little boy...Never....Comes home?
Sometimes love is for a moment. Sometimes love is for a lifetime.
Sometimes a moment is a lifetime. And sometimes love is not enough.

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