Two hours, fourteen minutes
She enjoyed the joy of motherhood
once; for nine months:
Two hours, fourteen minutes.
she held him his entire life
and tried to give
this tiny, unformed soul
all the love that he would need
as he moved on.
And all the hurts
they would endure together,
he and she;
falls from trees,
bruises, scratches, cuts,
broken bones,
broken hearts,
failures, confusion, anger.
She felt them
all at once
and it was unbearable
the pain, her grief.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2025
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