Mother to A Child

[Written 17 June 2008]

Leaving a lover

To marry a name
And merge with the plurality
Of others
Watching,
Disembodied

Fron the explosion
of your womb
To resent the carefree
Lines of your youth

Like a ghost
To kill and die and live
for:
the smallness of hands,
the untouched,
the helpless,
the unformed.

Oh, the fragility
and the silence.