On Losing a Journal: poem by Regina McMorris
- Apr 29
- 1 min read
On Losing a Journal
All my frustration with the doctor’s orders to wait
before getting pregnant: gone. All my questions
about 1 Corinthians 11: gone.
Somewhere in a hotel room
at El Tropicano in San Antonio, Texas, maybe,
or in the city’s largest convention center,
or anywhere between here and there. All my fears
about money and my husband’s business, all this pregnancy’s
memories, such as the moment
I first felt resistance against my belt, or the heaviness
of my son’s head on my bladder: lost to me and found
to some stranger. And how much
I know I’ll miss
the calm that comes with reading old prayers that,
once answered, release their steam,
their hot urgency.
Regina McMorris has a Master of Fine Arts in creative writing. She is currently an English professor at Blinn College in Bryan, Texas. Her poems have appeared in various literary magazines including Mid-American Review and Gulf Coast. www.reginamcmorris.com
(April 2026 issue)
Well done. I've written pieces based on rough experiences. Sometimes getting it out into a poem has helped, sometimes it hasn't. I suspect that, with the nature of this loss, this didn't help much.