Peace and Quiet

Disclaimer: The following post is not a plea for sympathy (though perhaps for continued prayers). Rather, it is  just my attempt at putting some stray thoughts I had last night into some order, and perhaps to give a glimpse into the inner thoughts of someone going through infertility. It is just a first draft of the first poem I've written in a long time.

“Peace and Quiet”

A woman sinks onto her couch with a sigh.

Thankful for quiet, for peace.

A mother.

Thankful the baby is finally asleep

After hours of fussing.

A tooth coming in.

She hears a noise.

Her two-year-old is out of bed again.

She rises with a sigh,

Counting down the minutes

'Til her husband comes home from work.

Thankful for her little ones,

But wishing for a rest,

Even a short one,

Instead of a long night.

A woman sinks onto her couch with a sigh.

Listening to the loud silence.

Thankful for the rest,

And hoping for peace,

After a day of teaching other people's children

While longing for her own.

She hears a noise,

And looks down at her faithful dog with a sigh,

Counting down the minutes

'Til her husband comes home from work.

Thankful for the quiet,

But wishing for a baby,

Even a teething one,

To cry in the night.