The One She Can’t Hold

The hopes and dreams of a mother

Never seem to end,

Until reality besets her

And she has to try again.

Everything is dark at first

And then it turns to red.

Overwhelmed by the burst

Of clots she goes back to bed.

And waking up she realizes

The nightmare is not over.

For now, in pain, she agonizes

Over the babe she once hoped for.

She continues on with great groans

And with one big squeeze

And an inward moan

She hates that she hates what she sees.

Her eyes behold

The fruit of the pain to which she submit -

The death of the child she will never hold -

And now she has to flush it.