Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Five Weeks

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You were the size of an orange seed
when I miscarried, still too small

to see on an ultrasound.
It began with spotting, light

as the steps of birds over snow
and hope that it would pass—

then cramps and large
clots that slid from my body

for days, blooming in the toilet bowl
like dark red orchids.

I know that every pregnancy
will be measured next to you:

five weeks, one more

And when I have children someday
I will think of you,

the one who came first
so they might live—

as if your purpose from the start
was only to guide their way

by showing me, with your leaving,
how much I wanted you.

Rebekah Rempel studied creative writing at the University of Victoria. Her poems have appeared in the anthologies Force Field: 77 Women Poets of British Columbia (Mother Tongue Publishing) and Unfurled: Collected Poetry from Northern BC Women (Caitlin Press), as well as a number of journals, including Contemporary Verse 2, Prairie Fire, Room Magazine, One Throne Magazine, and Rose Red Review. Her poetry is also forthcoming in the anthology Refugium: Poems for the Pacific (Caitlin Press).

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