Honea Path, SC USA
Will I ever again feel the flutter of my unborn child?
Soft, feathery movements of a butterfly.
This person who is a part of me and so familiar that our hearts beat as one?
Can I relive the magic of that tender moment the first time our eyes lock?
The wonder at this tiny angel nestling in my arms?
My soul weeps from deep within
for I know it will never be.
The cradle stands empty
knowing it will never rock again.
My womb, once bursting with life,
now sits barren.