We were lead to believe that children are for life.
Fed homely images of our elderly future, surrounded by our special DNA.
Inspired by the airbrushed images of offspring loving us unto death.
We were not warned that children can go wrong.
Can be mad as hatters
Can betray and serve bitter dregs to the ones who birthed them
We should have been cautioned that
children die. Not just fragile infants.
Who knew that adult children catch our hearts
as firmly as tiny fingers and miniature toes.
We weren’t made properly aware of how frequently
they, grown and independent, die
of
accidents
overdoses
by their own hands
We didn’t know
couldn’t know
about the everlasting scream.
we should have been told from the beginning
before our wombs ripened and our seed spilled.
we should have been warned.
Hecate's Journal 