The cry of a child...

The cry...
It sends shivers down my spine...
The cry of my unborn child....
Murdered before birth...
The cry... shrill and chilling.....
Each night... I keep awake....
Crying for the lost soul....
Each night a struggle ...
To maintain sanity....
The mayhem .... the torture....
The fact..... of having been USED.

A mother....
Pining all alone....
Struggling to keep afloat...
Deep struggle to numb the pain...
Of the lost soul..
The one she wanted...
The one he murdered.

In this World of caprice...
The coward left her alone...
In this big bad world...
She struggles all alone...
The lone crusader...
Knoweth not whom to turn to...
The lonely warrior... all alone...
Walking the righteous path...
Calling his, her own now...
In that little one...
She sees her own...
In that tiny feet...
She finds her lost ones prints.
She cries...
She wails...
She sees her little one in her eyes...
She finds warmth of her baby in her touch...
She wants his little one as her own.

The cry of her child...
A muffled cry...
Her cry... astifled one....
The cry of his little one....
Tears  her heart apart...
She wants to give her love unknown.