Wendy Dodman

How can I miss you, when you never came to be?

My empty womb, the source of sadness that rises within me.

Never to experience conception, growth and birth.

All the firsts that I will never see, the feeling of being a mother not to be.

No highs or lows of parenthood, just an empty space where you should be.

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