Such hard lessons learned
At such a young age
Privy attacks kept hush-hush
Pain only fueling the rage
A flower cut from the vine
Forced to a premature bloom
Brought one unwanted life
To a child’s disheartened womb
An unwanted life
And an unwelcome soul
Returned to the heavens
Where all babies go
Did she ever bid him farewell
Does she recall him each year on that day
Does she ever wonder what if
Does the sorrow keep her awake
_jrh August 25, 2011