MY ANGEL CHILD
Touching my stomach with trembling butterfly
fingers
Knowing I’d never feel you growing in me
Earthquake tremors ripped my tortured heart to
pieces
My eyes swam in my blue-stormy tears
I’d never feel you playing in my soul
You’d never talk to me in my thoughts
I’d never hear you knocking in my womb
Your first blossom breath would never be heard by my
ears
My arms-blanket would be forever empty
Your first birthday would stay invisible in my birthday
calendar
You’d never call me Momma
Never would I help you find your first step or tell everyone
you broke my favourite porcelain plate
Never would I dress you in flowers
What would your first word be
Miss your first school day
The roller-coaster teenage years
First love scars and the why-tears
Midnight sneaks backs when you think I won’t wait for
you
Stone words between you and I when you found your
own wisdom
Your pathway; a doctor, lawyer or just a fantasy
dreamer
Your rainbow golden day and my tears hidden behind a
make-up smile
Why did I have a hysterectomy in my spring years
Now I’d be forever crucified in my longing pain for my angel
child
You’ll be sealed forever in my burning, longing
heart