Motherhood

Shrieking screams,a beautiful sound;a lostness ambiguous,suddenly found.a 7lb bundlewith teary brown eyes;“I get to be the one”, I sang,soothing your cries.You suckled and slepttiny hand in my palm;I smiled, I wept,your new life a smooth balm. Shrieking screams,an agonizing sound.A new lostness so dark,I refused to be found.She said, “There’s no heartbeat,it just didn’t work […]