By R S Kendle
At first I was empty.
A husk of a woman,
Bag of skin and bone.
Devoid of purpose.
Suddenly I multiplied.
Became full
Of feelings, of hormones,
Of meaning.
Watched myself wax to fullness.
Belly stretched // to hold you.
Skin cracked // with the effort of keeping up with you.
Even my very organs // to accommodate your growing body
Then we had to divide.
Beautiful poem