A voice inside me cries out,
"why did you do it" you ask.
I didn't know what being a mother was about,
Everyday I grieve your loss.
I wonder what you would've looked like?
Would you have my smile?
Or would you be like your father...
The love that only lasted a while.
I was given a choice at three months,
To bring you into this world,
Or to send you back to the one above.
I'm sorry for not showing you love.
Many people tell me to walk with my head high,
To learn from my mistakes and move on.
I'll do whatever you want,
Just please stop asking why.
I didn't know the answer back then
And I don't know it now.
I know the guilt will never go away,
I know the pain is here to stay.
I love you my unborn child...happy fourth birthday.
-Thank You PPF-
[This message has been edited by miriam (edited 09-06-99).]