Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Flesh and Blood


She sighed, the last drop of motherhood
cleaned off of her, cleansed in the ritual
of medical precision.

A boy! She heard the doctor say; a sting
of love meandered unwelcome, reaching
maritime deep of denial.

Minute of minute indecision held sway
the pristine anguish; unwilling synapses
firing in rapid pulses.

A tear rolled down, burdened by the pact
carefully undone in destiny, resigned to
the validity of her sign.

Outside, his blissful parents cooed in love
abundant, echoes of absolute affection,
oblivious of the womb.

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