Mother’s Choice
The first night I held my baby in my arms
Was also the last.
For just a few moments
I gazed into her eyes,
Kissed her forehead
And whispered “I love you”
Before they spirited her away.
I watched the nurse’s back
So white and cold and clinical,
Unforgiving, unloving.
Two white arms grasping my little girl,
Taking her away forever.
Watched as the door swung shut,
To the sound of her crying
For nurturing I’d never give.
Watching through the window
As she’s handed off to someone new.
A new pair of arms to enfold her and keep her warm.
Hands to dry tears,
Mend scraped knees,
Unpack a college dorm room.
Thing’s I’ll never do for her.
This is my choice,
Regret or not –
I can’t take back.
I watch her disappear.
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