an awful day when neither star
nor moon shone, no thoughts so
pleasant did a voice sing. A young
mother wept knowing she would
lose this child tied to her umbilical cord.
This child so young herself shed
secret tears, knowing that this baby
would but slip away in time and leave
her scared and scarred this natal day.
A day remembered so long ago
as a father only in his nineteenth year
would shed his seed and leave behind
a weeping family so sad, yet he could
not hide, instead with haste he ran away
so wrapped up in his fears.
Oh sorrow did it bring on that
morning she found out that loss she
would so feel in the after glow as child
and mother would be forever separated
by a scalpel cold as steel.
The season was not hers; this child’s bow
or colors would it neither have, nor crib to
rock beside and hear her mother’s tender voice.
Nor feel her mother’s bosom as her heart
beat and the nipple fed.
Was a night of lust yet a child was planted
for a future lost without a mother or a fathers
love or guiding hands.
Let me cry out this night for the sake of
all children who have been lost in
orphanages and not a mention given,
nor a thought or care from young mothers
who sadly leave a child behind without?
a thought and feel forevermore the
presence of this lost child and its despair.
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