Forever


Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.

Anger pulsed through every fiber of her being. Three times her seed been thwarted from blossoming; the flower nipped in bud.

Ludhiana. Amritsar. New York. Nothing had changed.

It was a girl the words left his lips, and stayed with her, forever ringing. Next time maybe came the consolation, and his X chromosomes consummated with hers again. The routine never wavered. Neither in pattern nor in words.

Three months was all she would get. And then, one word of doctor would bring her world crashing down.

Only not this time, she vowed. And a mother was born in that instant.

* * *

Hot lamp, flexi-neck bent in sorrow. Overhead lights blindly served witness.

Metal tray of instruments. Feet arranged in stirrups. Needle plugged into her wrist.

She wept yet another life they had started and cherished. She wept possibilities.

As the drugs worked their magic, he kissed her forehead. A mother who has lost is still a mother.

They would try again, of course.

Because hope never dies.

And I like to think, four years hence, of a little girl in pigtails, hopscotching along the sidewalk. Or perhaps a boy in denim.

Parents die, and children too.

But hope? It lives forever.



This was another co-written piece, again with Lucid Lotus Life and Ruby.

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Forever

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Forever


Charts and optimal dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a busy New York avenue.

Anger pulsed through every fiber of her being. Three times her seed been thwarted from blossoming; the flower nipped in bud.

Ludhiana. Amritsar. New York. Nothing had changed.

It was a girl the words left his lips, and stayed with her, forever ringing. Next time maybe came the consolation, and his X chromosomes consummated with hers again. The routine never wavered. Neither in pattern nor in words.

Three months was all she would get. And then, one word of doctor would bring her world crashing down.

Only not this time, she vowed. And a mother was born in that instant.

* * *

Hot lamp, flexi-neck bent in sorrow. Overhead lights blindly served witness.

Metal tray of instruments. Feet arranged in stirrups. Needle plugged into her wrist.

She wept yet another life they had started and cherished. She wept possibilities.

As the drugs worked their magic, he kissed her forehead. A mother who has lost is still a mother.

They would try again, of course.

Because hope never dies.

And I like to think, four years hence, of a little girl in pigtails, hopscotching along the sidewalk. Or perhaps a boy in denim.

Parents die, and children too.

But hope? It lives forever.



This was another co-written piece, again with Lucid Lotus Life and Ruby.

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12 Comments:

At November 14, 2012 at 9:55 AM , Blogger Tara R. said...

Heartbreaking, but still hopeful.

 
At November 14, 2012 at 12:07 PM , Blogger According to Mags... said...

I love your last line, but still feel so heart broken for them. :(

 
At November 14, 2012 at 2:02 PM , Blogger Gina said...

Sometimes hope is hard and wavers. It's always a tough road. Heartbreak through your words.

 
At November 14, 2012 at 4:08 PM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

Tough story... last line best, Hope lives forever. Nice piece

 
At November 14, 2012 at 4:50 PM , Blogger Bo said...

Great job blending the two stories. Very sad. Very hopeful.

 
At November 14, 2012 at 10:37 PM , Anonymous barbara said...

lovely and sad

 
At November 15, 2012 at 6:00 AM , OpenID nrhatch said...

Did she have 3 abortions . . . because it was a girl?

 
At November 15, 2012 at 6:16 AM , Blogger Kelly Garriott Waite said...

Well, I can't say for sure because I didn't write that part of it. I will say that's definitely not how I read that section of the piece.

 
At November 15, 2012 at 6:37 AM , Blogger kymm said...

The two parts blended really well together. Congratulations!

 
At November 15, 2012 at 8:29 AM , Blogger lumdog2012 said...

I really like how you inject the hope in this piece. I was not expecting that, but it shows how some people can persevere. Nicely done.

 
At November 15, 2012 at 3:05 PM , OpenID Annabelle said...

Wrenching but sweet. Well done.

 
At November 16, 2012 at 1:30 AM , Anonymous Trifecta said...

This is so damn sad. I get the hope from it, too, but the details of the loss are so strong. Great writing. Thanks so much for helping us celebrate our anniversary.

 

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