My oldest daughter used to write poems often. She hasn’t in a while. But this one was from October 2010.
A beautiful soul
A personality, new and unique
Soft Skin, tiny fingers, fine hair, pretty eyes
The constant joyful thoughts of what’s to come
Another to hold and caress
Another to talk to
Another to love
So much feeling mixed together
In that single moment when you see her
She’s more than you could have ever imagined
But to lose her,
Not giving her a chance
to prove herself worthy of that, now lost, love
You will never see her smile,
Hear her laugh,
Hold her in your arms,
Touch her soft skin
No second chances
Was never given the chance to be here
She was passed by when the choice was made
Not asked for an opinion,
Not asked for a single word
No one listened to her cry
Cry? Did she cry?
No longer special,
Gone to join the millions who suffered the same
Why do fools sin so harshly?
Selfish, evil, pleasure seeking fools,
Do you regret?
No one seemed to realize all that they left behind
When making such a decision out of fear
Her smiling, laughing, cooing fades away
Her weeping ignored
All that love now is, now thrown away
And all the possibilities lost.
by: Shawna Defoe