Where’s the line that marks, ‘No more’?
What’s the pain we won’t endure,
If not this?
Women of the world, unite.
This fight stops here.
Here’s the line we will not cross.
These mothers’ lives too great a loss.
Nine months she’d kept you safe inside,
A secret smile she could not hide.
She felt you first, your flutter start.
She kept you safe beneath her heart.
She loved you like all mothers do;
She worked and waited to meet you.
She laboured. Felt each labour’s pain;
Found strength to do it all again
From knowing she was not alone,
She did not labour on her own,
The midwife there, right by her side
Until, at last, last push – you cried
And she cried too.
All mothers do.
Tears of joy when she held you.
Every woman in the world must be your mother now.
It’s up to us to keep you safe.
I just wish I knew how.
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