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 grandfather,
on his winter flight,
to Utah's Dixie?
Grandpa didn't like the cold
One son had momma, already,
What then followed,
was the difficulty.
Momma never had trouble,
making babies.
Her Momma had 10 children,
in 14 years.
Momma offered her life,
every time she delivered a child.
Walked she then, through the valley,
Of the shadow of death.
Run high, did her blood pressure,
The doctor then feared losing her.
Her last child, Dana Allen,
He was lost in utero.
I often think of Momma.
Her greatest fear,
too many children.
Mine,
Never to father one.
After four births,
prepared not, was momma,
prepared not, was momma,
for another child.
Thus, the Birth Control Device.
Born prematurely, he was discovered, fully formed around an Intrauteral Device.
She mourned his loss,
the remainder of her days.
It is said part of the baby,
remains with the momma,
after the birth.
Then truly she carried him,
the remainder of her days.
I have fathered children,
a gift from one,
who luv's us all.
I wonder how much of Momma
and Dana, remains with us?
Steven Bassett
Steven Bassett
