A Barren Womb

Infertile, that is what they call me For my womb is barren you see. And although I am but twenty-three This label really bothers me. “You’re still young” many have said, “You’ve got many childbearing years ahead.” But I’m filled with doubts and sorrow When I think about tomorrow. The doctors put me on pills, shots and the rest, They tell me they are doing their best. But another month has gone by again And once again childless I remain. It’s hard to explain the loss I feel But...