Today's poem is by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Without Regret
       

The thrush chirps and flits
around my space when I invade
the place she's built her nest
for four tiny blue eggs, more candy than life.
I had to stop watering the hanging
flowering plant, watch it wither while
something hidden happened inside those eggs.
I chose the nest, didn't have to meditate on it
very long. I remember finding out
I was pregnant when I was too young.
I chose my life over what was beginning
to grow. I look up into the emptiness
and hush of the pewter sky, retrace
where I've been over and over again.

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Copyright © 2023 Sarah Dickenson Snyder All rights reserved
from Now These Three Remain
Lily Poetry Review Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission