A Lament for the Siblings of my "Only" Child
by Janice Green

Joni,
So perfect,
So right,
Such a Joy,
Would soon be big sister
To a girl or boy.

Terry,
Grew too slow
And then was no more.
Emptiness
Sadness
Then resentment sore
Tore at my heartstrings
As time went on.

Karen seemed right.
She tumbled and grew
And stretched out my womb.
I felt life and promise
That someday soon
A brother or sister would share Joni’s room.
But the movement stopped
And hope turned to pain
Home from the hospital
Empty again.
A lifeless baby girl
Was left behind.
Her father said she looked like Joni.

Shannon was a whisper
A mere spark of hope
Snuffed out within hours.
A tiny thread
In a bubble-like sac
I held in the palm of my hand.

Why, I screamed!
Why??? No answer came.
Their lives were minutes
Their eyes ne’er saw light
No air filled their lungs
So they could cry.
Did they know they were loved?
I wonder bitterly
While mothers choose death
So recklessly.
New life has a price
Some unwilling to pay
They cast off their young
And go their own way
Not suspecting the pain
That will never leave
Or their burden of guilt
As forever they grieve.

Did they know they were loved?

(My apologies to those who grieve over babies they have aborted.
I know your pain is very real and don't mean to make it worse with my poem. God bless you.)

© 2004 by Janice Green