Tomorrow may bring you nearer
to me, but then it may cause
grief that no instinct nor love could
rectify.
If I cannot form the dustgrain of your life
in my womb, cannot carry
your limbs within my belly proud
and drench my veins
with our combined blood –
(you and I merged for a time, guiltless,
expressing the earthy essence of God
with each our individual heartbeats),
then be damned my entrails
and this longing
that drives my impatient summer.
When I see your face for the first time,
and your father and I behold your
living smile, be sure
there will be a depth of welcome
that no hardship could turn cold
nor ever diminish.
Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three times nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, she has over 950 poems published in over 400 international journals. She has twelve published books of poetry, seven collections, nine chapbooks, and a chapbook pending publication. She lives in Toronto with her family. She is a vegan. She also sculpts, working with clay. Learn more at www.allisongrayhurst.com.
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