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