Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I didn’t hear my baby cry the way
I thought that motherhood’s supposed to hear
a tiny scream of welcome. And I fear
I’m therefore not a mother— not today
and likely never. I don’t wanna pray
like Hannah, laugh like Sarah, shed a tear
of joy like old Elisabeth— but peer
into my eyes, my heart, my guts and say
it isn’t obvious I long for grace
as any of them— barren— ever did
and hope as much to hear my baby’s cry
and I’ll call you a liar to your face
because I know I’ve never really hidden
very well my childless lullaby.

the title is a twist of the old spiritual lyric, and the poem seems to suggest an innate connection beyond the obvious.....a desire that always been there, despite what some may think......in any case, a poem open to more than one interpretation for the reader, I think.......

Joel, tears in my eyes. But not sure why. I really enjoyed this. But it made me sad.

one of your best, Joel.