A Slew of Poems Unrevised

Childless Mother

Nuturing the wombs
I shed
Trying to keep the home
Bread fed
But the arms
Of my internal
Mother
Are weak
Standing
I bare at feet
Trying to hold on to my caring
I want to rock you to sleep
But my arms
My arms
Are not strong enough
To hold the world together
Worry
Wrinkled faces
I stare sternly at my kin
I stare sternly at all the children
I have created
They are me
But for some reason
It seems we have separated
And I've lost laughter
Inner child spirit
While trying to soothe the wounds
And hold nipples
To the ones who came after me