The Cradle is Empty–Again

The Cradle is Empty–Again

Amy Williams Clark

The cradle is empty—again
So much love, embracing the power to create
Yet the cradle is empty—again
So much hope: the wish, the dream, the hormones coursing through my body and teaming with life’s potential.
Yet the cradle is empty—again
So much excitement:
Carefully counting cycles, attention to my body, peeing on the stick
Yet the cradle is empty—again
So much preparation:
The blanket is started. The stitches made with care now are put away because
The cradle is empty—again
Again
The cradle is empty—again
How can I face this emptiness, the barrenness of hope?
So much invested—emotional, financial, physical resources are taxed
And the cradle is empty—again
The questions crowd: Can I do it again? Do I even dare? Do I have the strength?
Because the cradle might be empty—again.