Waiting for Baby Bird

I know that soon your alarm will go off.  Your eyes will slowly begin to open.  And as you roll over to see the sun peeking through the curtains you will remember.  It’s Sunday.  It’s Mother’s Day.  It’s a day that many have been anticipating.  Even planning.  But you?  This is the day that you have been dreading for weeks.  Even months.  And so as you pull the covers over your head in denial, your chest begins to tighten.  Your stomach starts to twist into knots.  And the tears you often hold back, will slowly begin to fall.  It’s another year without a child to call your own.  Another Mother’s Day without hearing the sounds of giggles coming from the kitchen as tiny hands prepare you scrambled eggs and burnt toast.  Another year gone by without hearing the pitter patters of little feet running down the hallway to bring you…

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