Eireann
Two ladies and a gentleman!
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Dorky English teacher wants to share a poem...
OK, I'm sitting here at work with the flu (leaving in a bit) and thumbing through our senior textbook looking for sub plans. I read this poem and almost started crying! Even though I did not chart or temp or monitor, my 2 pregnancies were very much planned and this touched me so much.
Not sure where to post it because, really, it could go on TTC, IF or Parenting too, but I thought you might enjoy...
The Planned Child--Sharon Olds
I hated the fact that they had planned me, she had taken
a cardboard out of his shirt from the laundry
as if sliding the backbone up out of his body,
and made a chart of the month and put
her temperature on it, rising and falling,
to know the day to make me--I would have
liked to have been conceived in heat,
in haste, by mistake, in love, in sex,
not on cardboard, the little x on the
rising line that did not fall again.
But when a friend was pouring wine
and said that I seem to have been a child who had been wanted,
I took the wine against my lips
as if my mouth were moving along
that valved wall in my mother's body, she was
bearing down, and then breathing from the mask, and then
bearing down, pressing me out into
the world that was not enough for her without me in it,
not the moon, the sun, Orion
cartwheeling across the dark, not
the earth, the sea--none of it
was enough, for her, without me.
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