On Conception

She remembered the night,

Concieved, I was ...

This most memorable occasion.

At my dad's sister's,

in St George, Utah.

I, the only child, 

born, in the summer,

in the afternoon.

What brings one to travel 

to St George,

in the winter?

To see Dads Father,

on his winter flight, 

to Utah's Dixie?

Grandpa didn't like the cold

One son, she had, already,

Momma never had trouble,

making babies.

What then followed,

was the difficulty.

Her Momma had 10 children, 

in 14 years.

Momma offered her life,

everytime she delivered a child.

Her blood pressure was high.

The doctor feared to lose her.

Her last child, Dana Allen,

was lost in utero.

I  often think of Momma.

Her greatest fear, 

too many children.

Mine,

Never to father one.

Prepared, to have another child,

she was not .

She mourned his loss,

the remainder of her days.

I have fathered children,

a gift from one,

who luv's us.

It is said part of the baby,

remains with the momma,

after the birth.

I wonder how much of Momma ... 

remains with me?

--

Steven Bassett

--

Steven Bassett