The Impossible Poem by Lesa MRK

It was said I would not have another child,
Or perhaps I must not try-
Because of so many losses;
And this trail of broken dreams.
The hope I carried seemed tattered-
A broken heart bursting thoughout it's seams.

I stood at the top of a tired, grey world,
A thousand tears falling from my eyes;
Hearing the sting of so many comments,
Fearing the loss of so many dreams.
Alone I felt; and shattered....
Wishing for someone to understand.
My sorrowed heart was battered-
Longing for someone to take my hand.

Could the impossible become the possible,
Could there be a rainbow in the sky?
Could there be more than shadowed mourning,
And a reprieve from the tears I had cried?

I asked for one baby,
But the good Lord sent me two,
A boy and a girl-
The pink one and the blue.

I held them that cold day in November,
Proud we had made it through,
Draven and Alieah-
My heart belongs to you.

And then on their first birthday,
I was gifted with a sweet surprise,
There was going to be another baby-
A tiny rainbow in God's eyes.

Now when I think back to last summer,
All those tears I often shed....
When I feared for my little baby;
Discouraged for hope seemed dead.

I hung on so tightly;
Just to make it through.
Then one July day I had Michael-
My little sweetheart; my baby boo.

I have held the impossible...
I have weathered the worst.
For sometimes dreams are unstoppable...
And sometimes 'wisdom' is cursed.

For I have treasured the impossible,
In Jamie and Alyssa, too....
And for those who called it impossible-
I walked that road without you.

The scars I have are deep,
Upon a tortured heart....
The tears I often weep,
I long to make depart.

And as I am holding the impossible,
Maybe now you can see.
How those mislaid comments,
Have so deeply scarred me.