Grace

By: Leilah Zahedi-Spung, MD, FACOG

I introduce myself and watch your eyes scan over my large belly.

I try to suppress my guilt.

You smile through your tears at the sight of me.

I sit down quietly and offer a hand and tissues.

You ask me if I judge you, of course not.

You ask me if they’ll forgive you, there’s nothing to forgive.

You’ve chosen the path of least suffering for them and most for you.

You are the ultimate mother.

We listen one last time.

Stillness and peace.

I offer you a hug, my belly in the way.

You tell me congratulations through your grief.

Your grace lifts my heart and we both press on.