Of these moments are memories made
But I hope not for them, today
Two sweet souls deserving somewhat better
Than the motherhood right now on offer
Contrasts of fierce-fight, powerful love
With ragged desperation – doubt;
Doubt of finding the strength, the grace
To be a parent, and not to blame
For tears, or fears, or damaged roots
Since already I have hacked them loose.
My choice, but theirs the consequences
Memories made; therein, my conscience.