not one of them would be you

i want to carry life
to feel it beating in my bones

a consistent longing from a young, young age
i wanted to hear the word “mother”

i would have a hundred more babies if i could
and yet i know this sadness would always be with me

because out of a hundred more babies
still not one of them would be you

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