A Poem

This is a poem about infertility that my cousin sent to me.

I sit here and wonder Is it ever to be?
Will I get to display The mother in me?
Wonder in time How the story will end,
Will they just be for others-
The showers I attend.
When’s it my turn I ask God each day,
The only answer I get Is, “Not today”.
I ask only to know What my future might be,
To plan and prepare God, please tell me.
I just need to know How long to be strong,
For sometimes I question my strength to go on.
I sit here and wonder Is it ever to be?
Will I get to display The mother in me?