This is a poem titled " The mother" given by Mrs Dass during Literature and I found is very touching and true to our hearts. Hope whoever who visits my blog would be touched by it too.

The mother

Abortions will not let you forget
You remember
the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that had never handled the air.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them,
controlling your luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-
eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of
my dim killed children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your
luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your
marriages, aches, and your deaths,
If I poisoned the begginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not
deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?--
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say,
how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I
loved,
I loved you
All.

by Gwendolyn brooks

10:13 PM; undramatically.Y