Fruit of the Night

The joy that grew within my womb
Three quarters of a year,
And whom I wanted more than life,
Was now to disappear.

The depth with which I loved this soul
In no way could be measured.
The dreams I knew would not come true,
Could only now be treasured.

How swiftly bid was I to go,
My usefulness diminished.
This child so much a part of me,
Painfully, I relinquished.

Though time is said to well erase
The pain left by a wound,
I find two decades later that
Deep scares can still be found.

She’s always in my heart and prayers,
And here she’ll ever stay.
Then if it be the will of God,
Our paths shall cross some day,

February, 1975