Shards of Glass, In Vitro

This is the spring of my discontent

There is somewhere I would rather be

In the room I will call your nursery

Today I bought acrylic paints

canvas stretched on wood

Now an easel sits where a cradle should

I wonder how you're doing

a tiny spot of paint upon the floor

An absence like I've never felt before 

For there are traces of your life, my love

in the hands of strangers

Your light? Your glow? 

I see it now and I ask you just one thing

Bring it to me, bring it home, bring your light to me

I have a cozy place to stay

a warm and tidy room

a center for your light to play

and wiggle in my womb

I miss you but how can that be?

I've never even met you

but when I do, and I know I will

I'll paint this little room

Colors of the sky, colors of my soul

the pink of sadness

greens of hope

and all the shades of gold

There is a pretty orange tree outside 

your nursery window 

We can watch the blossoms bloom

next spring 

If only you will come to me

Just come home to me.

-April, 2009