A Justification for Motherhood

She walks past with leering pain;
he plainly harbours an inbound torment.

How did I pass that fate,
which I scantily grazed?

Credit be to good fortune;
clouded by uncertainty;
and inherited by chance.

Karma has earned me nothing.

The probability weakens for your time.
But, the world needs more ethics;
people of my mind.

With you,
There may be hope.