Whom You Wombed
a mother births,
but she is a mother long before the labor
a promise to care for,
to love and to hold,
for better or for worse.
a mother protects.
a mother heals.
built-in powers granted by the gods.
a mother is a promise,
signed, sealed, and forged at conception.
The haunting question is..
how do you betray the one you love?
whom you wombed,
you promised to be here
yet I am motherless,
without love or comfort.
you promised me life,
yet granted me every way to die.
you promised me warmth,
but gave me a heart so cold.
our tie is astray,
our souls linked, yet welded with ice.
how I long for the promise you kept.
how I long to be your little girl again.
promise makers are forgivers too.
I will keep my vow to honor you.
I will forgive your deranged words,
only if you can uphold your bargain:
to be my giver.
to be my mother.
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