Little baby who violently from your mother was torn
When they all deemed it was unworthy for you to be born,
Now no one will ever worry about listening to you cry
As they all sat and watched, and assisted as you did die;
So, I wonder if anyone will ever mourn.
Little baby from desires you were indeed created
But, sadly for you, a wanting mother you were not fated,
An accident and or a mistake you will be remembered and called
Sadly for her, you will never be loved or enthralled;
One might only think! Why were you loathed and hated?
Little baby you will not be remembered by a tombstone
And for that baby, no one will ever reflect back and moan,
Or maybe that baby was just a dream, and it never really existed
I wonder if in GOD's 'BOOK OF LIFE' if it's being was already listed;
But, who knows or cares, as it's name and life will never be known.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can be sure that indeed all this is recorded in God's Book of Life. Very well done.