Right to Grieve?
I don't know why I cry, really.
For what do I mourn?
My baby's death or for his life?
He was spared actually of living his life
when you think about it.
Anyway, that's what most people seem to think.
Not only am I cheated of his life,
I am cheated of respect
for my grieving because of his handicaps.
I feel selfish wanting him to be alive.
My body produced his hurt little body.
He paid for my imperfect system.
They say I can't blame myself,
but a mother does -
every time she watches a medical procedure,
or see's someone staring,
or hears someone
making comments of her "different" child.
Her heart bears a double burden.
So maybe I was spared, also.
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