I learned to celebrate/rejoice over new, little life but what I felt was overwhelming loss. Baby after baby after baby while I heard no after no after no after no. This poem expresses the depth of that pain.
Infertility feels like losing your dreams and your life. And it also feels like losing your friends to motherhood itself.
Beautiful things cut deep when you’re suffering.
Hi!
Welcome to my cottage garden in the foothills of California! I’m a poet, gardener, and sunflower enthusiast. Here you’ll find personal prose + poetry celebrating the beauty of a little life, the inspirational and dynamic turn of seasons both in creation and in soul, and the triumphant hope of Christ. If you’re looking for somewhere quiet, this is just the place for you.♥️
Sierra V. Fedorko 
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