Post by Ranna on Oct 12, 2005 16:42:37 GMT -5
This is for those I will never know, those I have never found, but still lost.
The Unborn Child
He had lungs,
Yet never breathed the crisp morning air.
He had a heart,
that never lept with joy.
He had a mind,
Never tested in school.
He had legs,
Yet never raced the wind.
He had life,
It was taken from him.
He had a mouth,
That never tasted the sweetness of a birthday cake.
He had two eyes,
that never saw the sun rise,
Or the moon glow at night.
He had a future,
Stolen from him by the choice of another.
He never felt the wind brush his face,
Nor the warmth of sun upon his limbs.
Never cried tears for a lost loved one,
Or felt chill of sadness grip him.
He was a son,
A friend.
A person.
~~~~
I thank my parents for having me, and my brothers, and pray everyday for those I mentioned in my poem.
The Unborn Child
He had lungs,
Yet never breathed the crisp morning air.
He had a heart,
that never lept with joy.
He had a mind,
Never tested in school.
He had legs,
Yet never raced the wind.
He had life,
It was taken from him.
He had a mouth,
That never tasted the sweetness of a birthday cake.
He had two eyes,
that never saw the sun rise,
Or the moon glow at night.
He had a future,
Stolen from him by the choice of another.
He never felt the wind brush his face,
Nor the warmth of sun upon his limbs.
Never cried tears for a lost loved one,
Or felt chill of sadness grip him.
He was a son,
A friend.
A person.
~~~~
I thank my parents for having me, and my brothers, and pray everyday for those I mentioned in my poem.
The world is a cookie and all the men and women are crumbs, But I am a choc chip! 
