Unborn Child, hanging in the balance,
of love and life, its heart beats on,
fully formed and strong, waiting, wanting.
Worried mother of youth, passes her hands
over her swollen womb, thoughtfully
wondering about the miracle of life, entranced.
Unconcerned father, living and never knowing
of his child; endangered without
his presence, lost to him, always.
Unborn Child of Mine,
life can not wait for ever,
So sweet child of love, forgive me now,
I never knew what life was without
because you were never born.
written Oct 18, 1996