FOUNTAIN OF LIFE
Tanya Freedman
Published in: "And God Created Woman"
Poetry Anthology 1996 in aid of Cancer Research
At this moment I'm still an empty vessel.
He is disappointed he's not going to be a father
I wonder will he roam to another?
Again and again, bloody month after month
I want to die,
rather than philosophise
about the Fountain of Life.
Maybe next time.
I see it in my dreams,
a baby girl or a boy,
They say, as long as its healthy,
I don't care.
I pray to God,
I so want to be a mother,
if I only dare.
It hurts to see his expression
when I come out of the bath,
with tears in my eyes
and my heart being torn apart.
How many times can I be strong?
What is it that I've done wrong?
A baby is not an ornament to me,
it is the pull of the Fountain of Life.
Maybe next time.
I come out of the bath, on cloud nine.
The water flowed blue,
the test says it's happened this time!
I'm now a filling vessel,
full of love and pride.
I sleep as deep as the blue sea,
I'm flying as high as a kite.
Now is the right time,
to drink from the Fountain of Life.
(1995)
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LOVE IS.....
Tanya Freedman
Love is a new born baby,
Love is an oasis where water
flows eternally fresh,
Love is a clock that
need not winding,
Love is a house filled with warmth,
Love is the shining sun of pure gold,
Love is the moon of blue
never obscured by cloud,
Love is a face that need no disguise,
Love is an undying fire
in the heart of a snowy night,
Love is nature's wonder
of the delicate smell of a spring flower,
Love is experience,
Love is vulnerability,
Love is a genuine belly laugh,
Love is a romantic bath.
Love is a school-girl's contagious giggle
Love is a wobbly baby's wiggle.
Love is a man in beguile
with a happy dazzling smile.
Love is a candy-floss cloud,
Love is saying "I adore you" aloud.
Love is you,
Love is .....
(1995) |