though you can’t see me, I have just begun.

I am so small I don’t have to hide,

I am just a little seed inside.

Four weeks later, the month is now two,

I am so small, but I am a part of you.

Mommy you will love me, just you wait and see,

you will be so proud of me.

My hair is black, my eyes are brown,

Mommy you will love having me around.

It’s getting late, the month is now four,

I know I am not ever going to grow.

Though it isn’t right,

mommy killed me last night.

Abortion is the name they give it,

it takes your life before you live it.

I wanted to be born, the month is now six,

its already been done, I can’t be fixed.

I guess mommy didn’t love me so she gave me away,

but I am in her hear, and there I will stay.

I have a new home, the month is now seven,

mommy killed me and now I am in heaven.

I was beautiful, but now I am gone,

only memories linger on.

If I were still here, the month would be eight,

I know mommy loved me, but now it’s too late.

Murdered by mommies own two hands,

guess I am too young to understand.

Good-bye mommy, the month is now nine,

I would have been born, I would have been fine.

Though I am in heaven, I can still cry,

I love you mommy, why did you let me die?

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