Gasp of Air

GASP OF AIR Death claims all the Victory In this life given to me. It owns the very parts of Me Which mingled with One’s chemistry To build a brand new entity, Just to have him ripped from me. Who was the enemy? My own womb, specifically Betrayed us all, ejecting This tiny piece of Humanity. Scrap to you? Not to me. I still ache longingly To nurse and cradle this piece to me. Twenty years and constant suffering, More Death than Life, if you ask me, Since my three children’s lives Were deemed by Someone “Not to Be,” And Mother never made of me. What rules for such a Tragedy? No One knew, apparently. All Baby Bumps avoided me, As if my “inability To carry” An unspeakable disease, Passed contagiously. Alone, I bear their Memories; Always My Responsibility. Now I’ve become too fatigued To honor them effectively; They only Live in Memory. I’m not too proud to beg your sympathy. I’ll even make this plea upon my knees: Would you be willing, Momentarily, To hold MY children in YOUR hearts So I can breathe?