Elizabeth Squared

Elizabeth Squared

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,
Birth unfulfilled.

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,
Circle rounded.

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
            Whose gratitude
Bi-directions:

To the mother who carried and delivered him

            And gave of her womb
Toward destiny.
 
To the mother who claimed him as hers and loved him,
            And gave of her heart
                        Unrestrictedly,
           
            And gives of her heart
                        To the world:
                                    Her love:
                                                Her son:
                        Unrestrictedly.