There is no name
For a childless mother
A woman whose
Child never was
What do we call her?
The open arms
The empty arms
The open heart
The bleeding heart
Hemorrhaged brain
The wound
That never will heal
The childless mother
One who loves
Ripped from her body
Without control
The one whose
Body healed
But will never be
And the soul that bleeds
continuously for
The loss of child
The child that never was
The childless mother
Whose dreams never
come to bear
Whose body revolts
The revolutionary evolution
Of the beauty and of death
But never life
What do we call
The childless mother
The womb widow
The loss too lost
The empty emptiness
Of the deepest deep
For a childless mother
A woman whose
Child never was
What do we call her?
The open arms
The empty arms
The open heart
The bleeding heart
Hemorrhaged brain
The wound
That never will heal
The childless mother
One who loves
Ripped from her body
Without control
The one whose
Body healed
But will never be
And the soul that bleeds
continuously for
The loss of child
The child that never was
The childless mother
Whose dreams never
come to bear
Whose body revolts
The revolutionary evolution
Of the beauty and of death
But never life
What do we call
The childless mother
The womb widow
The loss too lost
The empty emptiness
Of the deepest deep
But you are a mother, anne ~ dont take that away from yourself, too. The childless one, is me... Xxx wishi could understand your pain xxx
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