She sacrificed her children yet-to-be
for the sake of the child she held
in the cradle nest of her arms.
She could have had any man,
but she had to have that man,
so she chased happiness,
rather than let it catch her.
He loved her virginal nature,
she, his forgiving one.
When he discovered her past,
he destroyed their future
by casting a stone.
Neither was what the other needed.
She built a little bitty house,
but a great big life.
She met an average man,
who saw her as anything but,
& became his wife.
He loved her for who she was,
not for who she could give him.
He chose the woman, not the womb.