13/52

"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

a heavy heart

i've been thinking 
about this all day,
so I need to get it 
off my mind.

i've been thinking
about myself and
all of the many 
blogs i read, 
which tell the tales
of infertility
and tries and tries
and tears and tears
and hope.

all of you are 
entering my thoughts
because of the  
biomothers that 
throw their children
out like trash. 
the precious baby 
who loves it when
i snuggle my nose
into his chunky 
little belly
is one of those.
i go home from work
everyday to see 
him light up
just at the sight of me
when i walk in the door.
i'm lucky.

i think about
these women
and how they take
it so lightly.