Rae Edson


Mychildren - Poem by Rae Edson

My children
Are not born from me
They were stolen
From my treacherous body

My blood poured out
And I in vain
Sought to hold them there

I cried bitter, angry tears
8 years and ten months
Apart
My barren, hateful womb
Betrayed me, thus.

Each cramp
Each horrifying realisation that
This thing
This mocking labour
Does wrack me ever with fruitless pain.

My children died
No contrived heap of earth
Acknowledges their passing.
The only tombstone lies cold within me.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013



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