A Heart in 3 Pieces
When I was in my mother’s womb I broke my heart into three pieces One, I kept for myself Returning it to beat and pump The other two I left behind To wait for my sisters When they came along two and four years later respectively Each had a piece of my heart Clutched in her tiny fist It’s not been easy Having my heart in three different Places at once. At times the pain of Separation is too much to bear For only when we are together Can my heart be whole again