Poetry by Heather Hauck (Fall 2020 issue)
I imagine your first piercing cry
as you entered this world
Your birth mother’s silenced
screams
bore down
fists clenched tight
Her outstretched arms
reached for you
Delight turned to panic
as the words of Confucianism
entangled her thoughts
How can I possibly keep him?
Her dark eyes
captured with fear
The stale smell of antiseptic
against her blood stained sheets
a flood of shame
as your strong legs kicked about
finding your place in this world
A boy with love
full of wonder
She exists in your being
Did my birth mother take care of me?
Holding space
inside the hard questions
I softly close my eyes
and breathe in
her sadness.
