On Childlessness
I’ll never know success
As counted as a thing
I’m not particularly happy with things
Not more cheerful with luxury
Our share of morning
Comes most often with belonging
And special souls as passing stars
I admit to lose and gain is ecstasy
I’ll never know in limp listening
Of a lonely lifetime
What it makes to know defeat
And tasting it so personally
To those who have abandoned us
And to those who could not understand
I’ll never know success of intimacy
Like some others do so spontaneously
I’ll be the descendent of a witness
I’ll be the selflessness lost in moments
That were forever eternal presents
I know I won’t be remembered
I’ll have no living legacy.
Wuji Seshat 