Summer is finally upon us. The sun is shining brighter and longer, and warmth fills the air. Not only is this a great time of year to visit the beach or host a barbeque, but it’s also a great time of year to create and tend to a garden.

Gardens, much like fertility treatment, require patience, hard work, and loving care. When we think of the exquisiteness of a garden, we can’t help but be reminded of this poem that beautifully illustrates its life cycle- acting as a metaphor for the hopes, dreams, and losses that many of us experience during our struggle with infertility.

We hope these words provide you strength to carry you through your journey.

 

An Infertility Poem

This year, I grew a garden

I tilled the soil and pulled the weeds

I raised the beds and laid the seeds

before the ground would harden

I mixed the clay with fertile dirt

worked the ground till my bones hurt

 

I tended to little seeds

and out of dirt they sprouted bright

soaking in the water, nutrients and light

and I could feel my heart beat

I delighted in the miracle

that God and I could conspire

to make a garden grow

 

I think I became obsessed

Secretly planting through the night

a butterfly garden to the left

a water garden to the right

and I wasn’t finished yet

I planted bushes here and there

I even planted trees, banana and pear

 

I was a gardener this spring

basil, berries, melons, cilantro

cucumbers, corn and little tomatoes

fragrant, sweet and pretty things

for surely if my hands can do all of this

then my belly deserved nature’s kiss

 

As Autumn slowly takes over

The harvest moon has come and gone

my heart beat is not quite as strong

My stride’s a little slower

My tomatoes vines are turning brown

And I can’t pick my knees up off the ground

 

The air this morning was cold

My lush gardens have wilted away

butterflies didn’t visit them today

The pain in my stomach is getting strong

And I am losing hope in the garden inside

I don’t know where to go, whom to confide

 

This year I built a garden

I watched it bloom and fade

But I could not grow one in me

My seedlings could not be saved

I tried my best to build good soil

but no amount of tilling, no amount of toil

Could make my little garden grow

From the inside out

Will I grow a garden next year?

Right now, I feel such doubt

 

I doubt, and I cry

I cover my face and hide

Though my heart is broken

I will not stop my stride

I will continue to till the soil

I will pull away the weeds

I will feed the ground with compost

And nurture every seed

I will fill my garden with water

And sun from up above

But above all things

I will give my garden love

 

One day a bean will sprout

And he will beam so bright

soaking in the water, nutrients and light

he will feel my heart beat

and take in all the love I give

As God and I will conspire

to make a baby live.

~Author Unknown

 

Topics: infertility support, InfertilityCoping, infertility courage, Infertility, TTC, IUI, In Vitro Fertilization (IVF)

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