I am from A, B and C,

three innocent people

whose lives were stolen

before life could be given to them.

 

I am from three personalities

that have not,

and will not,

ever be known.

 

I am from an infection,

ignorant of its consequences.

I am from an infection,

that gave her no mercy.

 

I am from the unknown,

the flicker of hope,

and the inevitable disappointment

that would seep into the hearts

of a helpless couple.

 

I am from a sterile,

clean, colorless room,

interrupted by anguish

and steaked with denial.

 

I am from Sandy Creek Cemetery.

I am from tiger lilies

and Christmas wreaths;

from simple, ordinary items

used to bring a home

to the eternal homeless.

 

I am from a devastated mother

who had courage to try again.