For the cat who was there during my 7 failed IUI attempts with a goofy ABBA pattern

How I treasure

That you were here

When it was clear

That the measure

Of my grieving

Would not exceed 

The present need

Of your leaving

You in my arms

At journey's end

Come softest friend 

To no more harm 

This motherhood

Was small and sweet

In my defeat

I've understood

My happiness: 

Expecting less