I made purchase of this book, and I want to share one poem from it because I believe in its power.
The Light in my Window
i
I remember
the early years
of anticipation

imagining
how I would tell him
the good news

planning
a special supper
before the fire

choosing to tell him
at that moment
I lit the candle between us

picturing
on his face
joy and wonder.

ii
At the clinic
in Mullingar
our candle was snuffed.

In silence
we drove home
to mourn.

I opened
the wardrobe,
wore black clothes,

went to school:
smiled at my pupils,
talked to colleagues;

while a she-wolf
howled
across the tundra.

iii
We completed
application forms,
answered

intimate questions,
strangers
inspected our home.

iv
At last,
I discard
my black garb.

With strands of colour
plucked from the light in my window
weave a long flowing robe.

I open the door wide,
step outside
into a sun-bright garden

and I know
the four children
racing towards me

mine
beyond flesh
beyond blood.