As the first snow falls, I think about my older sister. She is on a mission. To deliver a newborn. To breastfeed and hold in her arms new life. I see her vivid dreams of a house full of children as she reads and sings favorite bedtime stories and rhymes. Anticipation. Hope. A swinging successful nine months.
Failed pregnancies begin much like the start of winter – hopeful. The excitement grows inside and all around, like watching slow drifts of snowflakes that begin to color in every open space; a shade of pale blue and white blanket laid neatly and pretty across the landscape. But as weather suddenly changes, so can a woman’s body. My sister does not know why her body rejects the one dream she wishes so hard for that it hurts like a frozen wind that numbs to the bone. Morning comes. I hold my sister while the cold blizzard passes.
Abandoned swing set
Grows invisible each year
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Written for Ligo Haibun Challenge – Picture Week.