Levels... Life... Limitations...Love

what makes a woman who she is
its her lips and her hips
its her breast and her curves
shes ment to be a wife and a mother
to provide an ally for her husband
to soothe his pains be it mentally or physically
but what about the woman who is less of a woman by standards of the pride she roams with
the one who is childless, the empty womb
an emptier heart
full of tears and fears that another more capable lady will be that woman she cant seem to be
she will never know that loving kick of the unborn fetus
the shock of the revealed sex of her loves baby at birth
my husband suffers too, there will never be a cord for him to cut
those moments of utter time stoppage wont happen for us
what a loss that i feel for all involved
but this great man with his testicles full of live active sperms cells
looks at me admiringly, peering into my wounded soul and tells me he loves me
that making babies dont make us complete
that the completion came the day i said id be his forever
wonderful words spoken to a broken woman
he deserved a smile so i faked one, the best one ever
so good he didnt notice the pain behind the tremble in my smiling lips
this blessing of a man, my everything, my husband
he leaned in for a kiss and there it was the truth when his face left mine
the tears that streaked my inside were visible
from my depths that i had tried to cover them up
was the proof on his face
my eyes had told the absolute truth, leaving my tears streaked on his face
knowing that his words werent enough
knowing that he couldnt give me what i wanted, no needed
he instead embraced me and sheltered me from my own mind
too emotionally drained to stand
we laid in our bed in silence with racing thoughts with no perfect words to say
sometime around 3 am when he thought i was asleep finally
i heard his prayers to God that id be blessed with a child of his
then he said to God, that if it never happens to let me understand and know, that i will always be his baby