Unvoiced Yearning

It's been sixteen years to the day,

Sixteen years that have gone by,

And there's never been a day,

That I don't cry for what was denied.


Today you would have turned sixteen,

You would have been legal to drive,

Today would have marked your birth

Yet it marks the day you died.


Forever I will think of you,

For the rest of this life I'll cry,

For the son by my own hands I murdered,

For the son whose life I denied.


*About a Mother's regret and sorrow about the abortion of her child.

The End

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