Tears in Heaven

Tears in Heaven

The month is one.
And I have just begun.
You cannot see me,
But soon I will be free.

The month is two.
I have nothing to do.
I am safe inside,
I don’t have to hide.

The month is three.
God says I am special,
A precious jewel to thee.
Soon I will be out,
And love is my only plea.
I will be so dear to thee.

My eyes are blue.
My hair is blonde.
I have a soft little belly,
And a teeny little nose.
I am so little,
Vulnerable and brittle.

The month is four.
They don’t want me anymore.
Abortion is what they call it.
Mommy, please don’t tear me apart,
Don’t drop me in the drain.

The month is five.
I am no longer alive.
Guess Mommy didn’t love me,
Was I ugly to thee?

The month is six.
It’s too late to fix.
I was not made to stay,
Mommy put me away.

The month is seven.
The month is eight.
It doesn’t matter now,
She does not feel the weight.

The month is nine.
I would have been out,
And be just fine.
My chuckles; my cries,
You would have loved.
How I wish to be cuddled,
In the tender arms of thine.

Though in the Heaven’s above,
I still yearn for your love.
I wonder, why I had to die?
Do you know Mommy, I still cry.

© Saher 27th Mar’06