Miscarriage (of justice)

Every Year
on mother’s day

I weep for my unborn

For the deep longing

Preceding

My giddy

In the face-

Joy

Preceding

Your

Miscarriage

Then

The razor

Sharp plunge

Into an abyss

Of deep depression

The

Awful gaping

Wound

Still active

To this day

after you

Left

 

My Judas body’s

Rejection

Seemed like

Your rejection

Of me,

My baby

and

Our loss

Incalculable

Then began

An endless string

Of sleepless

Nights

when I wept

Rivers

aching

To hold

you in

My bereft arms

 

To rock you

To sleep

Singing

Sweet

Lullabies

Prepared

By me

Early on

But you left

And

then

 

You came

My baby

Peopling

My dreams

Nightly

Calling me “ma”

and when I opened

My arms wide

I found

You gone

punishing me

cruelly

 

The

Pain of your loss

Left a gaping crater

In my side

That will heal

Only when I am

Gone

 

You were the flesh

Of my flesh

and then

You became

ash

my dreams

dust

 

I still grieve

for you

my child

son/daughter

unborn

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