YOUR HOPES, YOUR FEARS 

by Jack Love

Wait six weeks, they say

To you without visible dismay

And you wait, with your phone calls,

Workdays, play dates, travel stays,

All the time unclear, all the time

Listening to your mind’s ear

Scrolling the pages for hope

But finding only fear.

No words can sway you

From imagining the worst;

No tales can convince you

That what you feel inside

Is nothing but the norm.

It is a time for fear, and I

Can’t comfort you—

No one can. But you are

Part of one vast web of

Women who intimately know

Your hopes, your fears.