I ache to have wondered
and known their names;
I will not take another,
not ever again.

My children...
Have all but died.
Even a son who still lives,
but is kept from my eyes.

I hurt somewhere deep down,
where love hides.
I will never share another;
I cannot even provide.

My children were only concepts
and future dreams.
Within the heartbeat of a second,
that forever leaves.

I will never want another
I cannot hold or see.
My children had no names,
none of their own,
just a letter or number, file closed.
Procedure done.