Pain added to my tears
Stinging my weary eyes
Drowning my frustrated soul
All because a friend concluded I was going to die old and lonely.
I look forward to the days when I would dress the room in pink
Little dresses, skirts, ribbons and baby shoes
Daydreaming of cooing to my laughing baby in the crib
Oh, how we would swim in the ocean of joy, licking the honey of laughter.
Instead, I watched, with pain in my tears
How gleefully you exhibited your marks
You oohed and aahed endlessly about the nine months of wonder
Of how your body made a baby of your own.
Your over emphasizing and dramatizing the obvious
Sent a clear message to my weeping soul
It said “you have no heavy milk laden breasts to exhibit”
“You have no experience of how the pain felt like to chatter about”.
I am not jealous because you have kids
I am not bitter because you are married
I may be pained because I cook for myself alone
You didn’t need to mock my situation cause Heaven is not through with me yet.
I am truly happy for you though I don’t have heavy laden breasts to exhibit
Neither can I talk about how the labor pains felt like
I want you to know I have not given up on myself
I want you to be there for me the way I was there for you till the pain is surely taken away from my tears.
To read another property Smile of a child
An acquaintance of mine was once mocked in a group because he didn’t have a car and hence his position in the group was questioned. Have you ever been mocked before because of what you lack? Why are people not always compassionate to the less privileged? Is it proper to mock someone because of their disabilities? Talk to me in the comments section below.
Happy New Year