A child to never experience the snow or the rain,
A child never to know the difference between joy or pain.
A child left behind, forgotten and faded,
A life taken so quickly, and so forcefully invaded.
Features and traits never to be known,
Not even the memory from an old tombstone.
Women everywhere, unable to carry,
A possibility for me that is the most scary.
To have a child to call theirs,
Forever a plea in all of their prayers.
A plea for a soul, so meek and small,
A plea to watch that soul grow wise and tall.
Why throw away God's greatest present?
A child created, then destroyed, without any consent.
A child never to cry, to laugh, to smile,
A child never to overcome any trials.
A child never allowed to take their very first breath,
A child so close to life,
A child so close to death.