by Wendy Burcham
I am a pre-born baby
I did not have a choice
No way for me to fight,
But through my silent voice.
Eyelids that will never open
Cover pupils that will never see.
A stomach that will never hunger
And lungs that will never sing.
A nose that will never smell
And ears that will never hear.
Cheeks that will never blush
And eyes that will never tear.
Fingers that will never touch
And hands that will never be held.
Legs that will never run
And scents never to be smelled.
I will never feel the sand beneath my feet
Or the sun against my face.
My arms will never hug
And my mouth will never taste.
Only a few short weeks I lived
Inside my mother’s womb.
Then abortion came and killed me,
And I met my tragic doom.
Silent, but deadly
It ripped me limb from limb.
The angels came from heaven
As my life grew slowly dim.
I am a pre-born baby
I do not have a choice.
I have no way to fight
I only have a silent voice.