Mother’s Ache

It’s so sad to see
a young girl,
full of promise and future,
already agreeing
to tolerate unimaginable pain
by giving her heart to a boy
who can say the same to another
that he says to the girl,
who can push himself
inside another
in a remorseless heartbeat
without a backward glance,
without a second’s regard to the
torturous rip it makes
in your tender soul.

the heartache, the sadness
the hopelessness
of watching her beloved baby
slip down the drain
agreeing to take the pain
must be more than your mother’s flesh can take.
how it must make her ache.

~ 2002.11.22

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