after cyst removal surgery
she felt the spasms, watched the dark
mass slither down the bowl
she was not surprised, she
knew she would lose you, fourth
child — Esperanza de Felicidad
—
she would go on
to bear a fifth, a second boy, despite
the doctors warning
but no, no second abortion —
remembering the bleeding after the
first
so nearly killed her & would have
negated three more of us —
she disregarded their male
pleadings, taught John & me to read
while growing David, yes, a
happy child but not
you, my sister