THE MOTHER

Photograph by EcoSeasons

Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Mother

Abortions will not let you forget.

You remember the children you got that you did not get…

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children…

You were born, you had body, you died.

It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.

Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I love you all.

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…God forgives each mother’s grieving act…

 

 

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