Wealthy, but childless. Healthy, but friendless. Rediculed here and there! Because the womb is bare. Branded… Silent at family sittings. What she suffers, not fitting. Sits in the garden. Wonders, am I barren? “Oh”, she says, ” what a burden”. What she suffers, not fitting. Earnest prayers, what she offers. Answers …she need, …just tommorow. … Continue reading What She Suffers

Poems – Goose Poetry