As I type this,
Tears roll down my cheeks.
Just imagining my womb ever-empty;
No more kicks from within,
Never enduring another contraction,
Or basking in that after-birth high.
It may sound nice to most,
But to me it means no more babies cradled in my arms,
At the breast, feeding, so close to my heart.
And surprisingly, those restless nights,
Quiet time just for me and you;
Yes, I'll miss them too.
Tiny fingers and toes,
And that oh-so-sweet baby smell,
All I'll forever crave.
Having a baby is hard, even I can admit.
Bitter, bitter sweet.
I'll forever miss those days.
Baby and me.