Everything has a beginning.

Birds. Plants. People. Pain.

Sometimes I go to the cemetery.

Walk down the path and find where the babies are buried.

They didn’t have much time on this earth,

The ones who said goodbye just right after birth.

I Read the dates etched in stone,

Still and alone.

The dates proof they had a beginning.

Not you.

I stole the beginning from you.

You should have a stone like these little ones do.

But the end of your beginning,

was the beginning of my end.

See, Even ends have beginnings.

Everything has a beginning.

You had fingers, toes, and eyes,

features even I could recognize.

I wanted to let your beginning continue

But my fear let us undervalue

The truth of your life, your soul, your humanity,

The beginning of my maternity.

Everything has a beginning.

And when I gave way to manipulation,

That dirty organization,

The one that takes money for medication,

A pill to kill,

It was the beginning of death.

For you.

For me.

But do they see?

Do they walk in the cemetery,

And see the sorrow I carry?

Looking for some kind of consolation

Even these stones are a celebration,

Of life that was had and lived and begotten,

But yours,

Oh yours,

Its just…

Forgotten.

You had a beginning!

I promise you did!

And little one, I apologize,

Because we just don’t recognize,

The humanity

in the beginning.