Poem, May 1993

And was it for this
That clasped in sensuous passion
Nights were spent?
And was it for this
That here for secret keeping
She was sent?

And was it for this
That full of expectation
Plans were made?
And was it for this
That with our friends and family
Prayers were prayed?

I look to the skies but I find no answers

And was it for this
That swathed in soft round curves
My body grew?
And was it for this
That slowed in pregnant pause
I lay and knew?

And was it for this
That through the pain and labour
I gave birth?
And was it for this
We mourned and left you
Buried in the earth?

I look to the skies but I find no answers