If you listen hard enough
If you let yourself feel
You will recognize
The fields and playgrounds
Are longing for children

Don’t worry yourself about the pain
It’s natural to feel the pain
Of loss and longing
And so…
Feel it
Allow yourself
To mourn the glee
That isn’t ringing
Through the trees and the grass
Competing with and overwhelming
The bird song
The shouts and laughter

The fields miss the light
Footsteps of a running child
And giving away it’s green and brown
To skin
As a badge of honor
And delight.

If you listen hard enough
You will hear the fields
Longing for children
If you allow yourself to feel
You, too, will mourn
And gratefully so

And appreciate, so much more
The return.