Because the act of conception erupts unplanned,Lasting but minutes:
Joy, joy, joy, Bliss.
Sometimes enwrapped in loyal love and commitment,Really, not always:
Often much less.
Yet, some zygotes spark forth, wanton or unwanted,Attaching to walls:
Life quickened, or
Cut short in-utero for reasons unnumbered:Unborn, aborted,
Potential clawed from its perch, innocence shredded:De-gifted spirit,
Born to heaven.
Some blessed, carried to term with affection: released
With conflicted pain
To others' arms.
Barren womb and fertile womb unite in oneness,In communal love,
Communed in woe.
New bosom entreating life, gifted: mother, child
Reclaiming lost hope,
The first, de-progeny'd, baptized in tepid grief,The next, touched by God,
Gives all but birth.
Sacrifice and gain commingle in the prophet
To the mother who carried and delivered himAnd gave of her womb
To the mother who claimed him as hers and loved him,
And gave of her heart
And gives of her heart
To the world: