Child, thy innocence is marred with sorrow
Thy wide, trusting eyes are blurred by tears
Too misted to see the birth of tomorrow.
Your senses from thy fragile body slowly passing
The blood in thy veins stops flowing
Oh, innocent soul, I mourn for this parting.
Child, your days in my womb were but a simple sojourn
Now you have to go and find the light of your own
While I, the mother you’d never have, will forever mourn.
Oh child, earth bids thee to fly
Away from my arms and then to lie
On Heaven’s lap, while my bosom aches to die.
Author notes
This is a lamentation of a mother who had murdered her own child. A poem written for the Anti-Abortion Campaign.
A contest entry
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