When you saw me the first time
tiny
blue black hair
eyes so dark they were black
warm toast skin
not red and wrinkly like most babies
was there a moment
when you felt love
or did you just see
shame
regret
loss
sadness
Did you look at me
as the destroyer of all your
hopes and dreams
a small tiny baby
who did not ask to be created
but now here
a shame to be dealt with
Have you seen Maiden, Mother, Crone?
