I have no children.
in living flesh.
the sum of my prayers
seemingly unanswered.
A karmic debt possibly.
granted me stillborn
dreams of becoming
a mother from
my own body's fortitude.
Who knows why.
except for the grace of
a higher power in the
quantum field of creation.
for this reason.
I don't dare feel child less.
I am child free.
Free to love everything deeply
as the urge within
my womb to create wanes.
dissipating into a great
love affair for what is.
waxing every day.
Taking each breath
with more than a grain of salt
and calling it. Freedom.