Each and every one
I wake up.
For you, with tears in your eyes
With sadness in your grip
Your betrayal. The grief of being unsupported.
You: who aren’t seen.
You who are lost in the masses.
I rise up. I wake for you.
You, I see in every moment,
A heart beating.
Your life gone…
Few at your funeral. Fewer in the hospital
As you pass… truly your most sacred moment.
For no matter WHO you become in this
Life: Just know that you were someone to me.
You are the reason.
I will cram.
I will lay down before you.
YOU are my sacred chamber, my lost
Vessel, my unborn.
I may never meet you: because
There’s so much work to be done,
And I see you everywhere,
asking for my attention.
I can be a better mother to you
By being a good friend to all.
I can be only imperfect. Do you still want me?