Bio Note: The youngest of six children, I was born in Michigan but have resided in Texas since 1997. I began writing poetry in high school. Two self-published books of poetry are available on Amazon.com, titled, Mental States: A Poet's Journey and Patchwork of Poetry.
My uterus now filled with fibroids looks four months pregnant a space meant for babies All these years it remained empty Never a mother myself My own mother – in the grave ashes in a golden urn Belly of the earth holding her the way she cradled me in her arms Synchronous My mother and I My belly – its own grave of tissue and blood A womb meant for life now carries the fetus of death We come full circle A uterus An urn keepers of life harbingers of death
©2021 Marjorie Chesebro
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