(For my mom, who had a hysterectomy due to many problems)
There was something inside,
Killing you,
Slowly, over many years.
But still you persisted,
You fought.
But the time ran out,
And you couldn't fight anymore.
The doctor saved your life,
But he took away something else.
Don't you worry;
No more children will gain life in your womb,
But the ones you already had
Are still here.
You're still a mother,
And maybe there's a child,
Somewhere, from a different womb,
That needs the love of your heart.
The love, which has nurtured five,
Five tough, clever babies.
Don't forget them.
Don't forget.
You're still a mother.