The Unborn Poem by Ma Eugenia Carrasco

Son, I wished I had you in my belly,
What a bad trick did life to me.
I cannot, son, I can’t feel you,
This huge pain, I kept it inside me.
Every day in my life,
Without being able to shout it out, nor feeling guilty.

You’re not in the decision of my every day,
I dispense with your caress,
With the sleepless nights to watch over you,
With being a mother, and I take on my frustrations.

Dispossessed and accomplice of your nonexistence,
Coward not to take any decision,
To let everything and go far away, where to get a new life,
Less complex and less selfish.

Forgive me, son,
In my eagerness to find you a home as God command,
I am coward for lacking the courage to confront
Life.
Drop it all and go after happiness.

You’re not born, son, but I love you,
In every single child I see, in each juvenile face,
There are you and I can’t stop the pain, with which
I learned to live day after day,
You’re here and I feel you in my guts, son,
I’m sure if you’ve born, I’d love you so much,
That you’d become a man, the best ever.