FERTILITY
Oh! the pain of a mother deprived of the joy of maturing her child
"He's only being herh a forthnight!"
"Must he go?"
"Why?"
"Please help"
But alas, he must
With no chioce, she lets him go
Tears of blood,the pain of seperation
For a week, she moruns him "If only you'd let me nurture him to maturity,I'll give him up willingly" she cries
But more painful is the knowledge that yet another child will be taken from her
She produces only to let go
Oh the plight of a wombed man