An Unborn Cries To Our Lady
"I Too had Love to Give"
I'd have been
there for you
when you were grey and old.
Now all that you will have
is pain and remorse untold.
Was it not in
Earthly pleasure
that you and daddy made me?
Why then for worldly treasure
the farewell that you bade me?
When you killed
me, no tears,
just a sigh of relief.
But one day, dearest mother,
you will know the deepest grief.
Why was I not
adopted?
Could not someone else enjoy
watching me grow up to be
a delightful girl or boy?
Why did you slay
me, mother?
Why not let me live?
You would have loved me, mother,
I too had Love to Give.
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