A mother of two When you arrived I already knew I would not meet you face to face on this earths crust Only after my body has been turned to dust I do not know if you were a boy or a girl If your hair would be straight or if it would curl I knew that you were real and very much alive With every morning sickness that made me want to die You lived for an estimated 7 weeks But I only knew you for one I cried like I never have More than when I lost my own dad I begged for forgiveness to my heavenly Father For killing my son or my daughter For ripping your seed out of its soil A seed I knew Id spoil I cried in my bed with my head in my pillow I had cried more than a weeping willow I was asleep when you had exited my womb Waking up in the recovery room I was barely awake, still sedated No longer on this earth, myself I hated Not wanting be in that clinic, forcing myself up I stumbled out Driving home all I did was shout Screaming, crying, the feeling of dying Vomiting on my front door Feeling my empty womb to its core You were gone, no more I can never bring you back or say sorry enough Doing what it did wasnt easy but tough I didnt do it because I wouldnt love you Only because I already had two What I did was wrong and I know I am a sinner You were sent to the womb of a killer
*For those of you who read my poem "I am a Killer", this is what I was talking about. I wasnt ready to share it completely.