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Little One #Poetry

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Little One
No crying or tears to stream down the Fresh Face
No time to hear their first words or laugh at a burp
There won’t be rocking to Music or singing at night
Lullabies will be foreign to the non-formed ear drum
You can’t fathom the conversation of a lost voice
“Mommy I’m Scared,” will be fading words in the wee hours of the night
No one will be there to pull on your leg when you are busy
Regrets… you know none of
Not a regret of your decision that day or even that night when you chose not to use a condom
A decision has been made within a heart beat
The beating has come to an halt

No one will know of what could have been with her
No one will know of what could have been with him
The little One
It was what was best for you at that moment
You had school a job and a good life
Little one won’t have a chance to grow…to be
Little one won’t know what a difference they could have been
No one will be made happy with a new one in their arms
You can’t be thanked for giving a life to someone who was unable to produce
No occasional visits to the seed
I was an accomplice to a Murder!


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