Why does she

in an empty room retreat

on this day

year after year?

 

In that far Autumn of 1968

she saw her dreams

shattered

by sacrifice asked to make

 

Her love was

wedded to his work

promotion was

in the pipeline

 

Time wasn't right

a family to raise

planning in future

more sense would make

 

Tomorrow came

but nature had slipped

motherhood by

no fruit was bourne

 

She'd made

a noble sacrifice for love

accepted her fate

and never resorted to blame

 

On every anniversary

she wears a white dress

and remembers alone

in an empty room

 

the life that

was ripped

from her womb

for the love of a man

with no bitterness harboured

about stolen immortality