Oh stranger, when you stop to admire my princesses, you wouldn't have to ask if they are the only children I have. You would just know that I have had three beautiful children. I know, you can only see two of them walking around with me down the street. Our house only has two little beds for the two little people who occupy them every night.
But if my womb could talk it would tell you that it has housed, nurtured and brought forth three babies.
If my womb had a flashing neon sign you wouldn't have to tug at that piece of my heart that is still so tender, even after 5 and a half years. My heart has been healed, but it still bears deep scars of sadness and grief.
If my womb could talk...