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Dawn L. C. Miller: The Children

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Art by Bernice Holtzman © 2024

The Children

by Dawn L. C. Miller

 

My mother lost a child,

before she claimed me

by refusing to let me go

until I was born.

 

A year or so before me, she bled in pain, not understanding

what soft betrayal her body could not do.

As she bent with cramping bleeds on the toilet

she must have felt so alone. 

 

She told me she sat and moaned and bled until something gushed.

She told me that as she fainted to the floor, she reached to flush

and so, she never knew if I would have had a sister or a brother.

Forgiveness for that flush never came.

 

I never had that pain, but I had confusion.

Our decision was wisely made, involving

our budget and our two happy children

who filled our lives with busyness.

 

We would tie the tubes. And this time I was not on the table.

But as I waited in the lobby for his procedure to be done

I heard in my heart’s ears a voice say “mommy, fight for me!”

and I knew something that is not supposed to be:

 

one’s truest feelings can find a voice.

I made a fool of myself, searching in the corridors

for my husband, to call a stop to the procedure. 

I did not find him. It was done. Forgiveness never came.

I still remember, sometimes, that small voice and wonder what if.

 

One last child did not come to us:  my daughter’s pain. 

But that is not my story to tell.

Mother power is strong,

forgiveness is weak.

 


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Art by Bernice Holtzman © 2024

Dawn L. C. Miller holds an MA degree from Washington College, Chestertown, MD.  Her work has been published in The Bluebird Word, Poetic Hours and by Hopeworks.  Her self-published collections include Illuminations and Out of the Basement.  A resident of Maryland’s Eastern Shore, she daily witnesses the effects of human intervention on the forests and marshlands she loves.

Bernice Holtzman’s paintings and collages have appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received.

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