Cut the Root

A seed is planted and a root starts to grow.

A fruit starts to blossom; is it true? I need to know.

I'm a child carrying a child inside my womb.

Do I keep it, give it up for adoption, abort; don't know what to do.

Two children caring for a child will be like a war against two powerful countries.

We have no common sense; no future plans and most of all no money.

I hear his little voice in my head when I fall asleep.

"Mommy, please keep me, raise me and count me sheep".

Tears gather and my boyfriend just stares.

Says, "We can't afford this, this is something we can't bear.

We are only sixteen, still trying to figure life out.

We are still riding but we can't go through this route."

Four years later here I am telling this story.

It was my mistake; I wish I could've afforded.

Made the decision of cutting that fruit from my roots.

And now here I am with tears because I can't accept the truth.

He appears to me at night and places his hand on my head.

"Mommy, I know you're sorry but I will always be with you until the end."

      -KF

Reviews

[GothGranny]

Quite a heartfelt poem, very moving and so well penned. I'm glad I had the privilege of reading it.🌹