April 2021
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.
Emptiness
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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