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Abortion


Its early now the month is one
although you can' see me I've just begun
I'm so small I don't have to hide
IM just a little seed inside
time is now passing the month is now three
now I am someone you can see
my hair is black , my eyes are brown
I know you'll love having me around
it's already done the month is now six
it's too late now it cant be fixed
I would have been beautiful
but you didn't want to see
oh mom I know you would have loved me
if I where there everything would be fine
although IM in heaven I will still cry
"mommy why did you make me die"?