Nicole Johnson

If I could wish for anything at all
It would be to grasp my womb and bring forth the life that was taken.
The occasional blissful dream brings new hope of your existence.
The sound of children playing sends my mind into a frenzy as jealousy creeps through my soul slowly.
Eyes glossed from fresh tears that have not yet shed.
Eye brows furrowing to fight back the turmoil still brewing.
Glancing back at the shower of presents left to dust in a cold dark corner.
An occasional sniff of newborn fabric temporarily puts my mind at ease.
Happy birthday to my beautiful unfinished masterpiece.