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My Empty Arms

September 13, 2021 Stephanie Joy Phillips

It’s like the light inside me faded, and now is gone
That little flicker of hope, faded and died, the day I lost my son

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In Our Stories Tags childless poetry, words have power, the deepest pain
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Baby Girl

September 13, 2021 Stephanie Joy Phillips

I have felt the love in holding you my precious baby girl
I've touched your face and kissed your hand and promised you the world

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In Our Stories Tags childless poetry, dreams filled with love, letting go
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For The Others

September 13, 2021 Stephanie Joy Phillips

Here is a link to my poem. I wrote it for Mother's Day but it is about how we are all individuals with differing reasons for our situation and it's a plea for understanding from people who do have children.

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In Our Stories Tags childless poetry, the two week wait, you ask me why
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Chronically Childless

September 13, 2021 Stephanie Joy Phillips

Out of the blue

Hit by an awful viral illness

I presumed I’d recover

It never occurred to me otherwise

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In Our Stories Tags childless poetry, chronic illness, circumstances beyond my control
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Christmas 2019

September 13, 2021 Stephanie Joy Phillips

Advent signals hope to those who believe, which reaches a peak on Christmas Eve. Working by then to a state of elation, and for me bringing also a troubled relation!

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In Our Stories Tags childless poetry, disenfranchised grief, memories best forgotten?
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Escape from Mummy-Ville (on why we need each other).

September 13, 2021 Stephanie Joy Phillips

Unprepared, guard down, familiar social space, low ebb after long day

I’d stopped. The life train kept going, my limp body in tow.

Healing eluded its own arrival

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In Our Stories Tags childless poetry, hurtful comments, the grass is not always greener
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