What Will Grow
By: Joanne Dippel
When a mother
carries a new life inside her,
Most often,
thankfully, it will grow.
Sometimes, though,
for reasons that can't be right,
Things go way too
wrong
A baby is never
born.
For the parents, for
the world
There is not
rejoicing
There is sadness.
There is not
richness
There is a void.
The void will always
be there.
Soon though, life
returns.
Caring is shown,
arms are extended,
A mother is loved in
new and touching ways.
Tears fall and there
are angry exclamations, questions
But laughter rings
out too and joy can be felt.
As time passes, a
new perspective grows.
Having known more, a
mother can feel more
And understand
better those who have lost too.
Living more deeply,
she will have more compassion
And life will be
richer.
For reasons that are
bad, in ways that are good,
A mother will grow
And because of her
lost baby
The world will never
be quite the same.
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