A child-shaped void in our lives
This woman, my wife, could not carry life
Unable to bear the fruits of our love.
Not her fault
Mine,
Seedless as a Naval orange.
Brokenhearted, we parted.
Roll forward several years
This woman hereto became my love.
Already a mum, could I think of
Her boys as
Mine,
We considered our future.
Hand in hand, we planned.
Roll forward several years
Those young men, reborn again
Gratefully, I received prerogative rights to
Grandchildren,
Mine,
There’s no greater gift that could uplift
My future, except to share in theirs.
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