for Coley Campany
A broken egg reflects upon its mother.
It can't just happen; it must have a cause--
Some flaw, some wrong in her, something or other
That desecrated one of Nature's laws.
A broken egg means heads must look awayAnd hearts grow cold that used to warm the best,
And those who failed must all, day after day,
Get schooled by those who never took the test.
A broken egg means someone must have dropped it--
Some loser who can't do the simplest jobs.
It didn't--couldn't--hatch, because she stopped it--
A useless piece of damaged goods who sobs.
So says the world, taking away your voiceBy telling you that it’s unspeakable,
What happened—that it was somehow your choice,
And you should feel guilt by the bucketful.
A broken egg declares that you're no good
And never will be, because you are broken--
A guilty member of a sisterhood
Of shame, where all your grief must be unspoken.
So speak out. Tell the world how loss has driven
You to an understanding of Life's worth--
That new souls are a gift, and not a given
And all that gets delivered is a birth--
That yes, there's sisterhood, but never shame,
For what they really share is something deep:
Faith based on loss, acceptance without blame,
Compassion that could make an angel weep--
In mothers touched by Life's fragility.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells