On Abortion

I don’t hear the baby crying
It seemed to disappear
No bedtime prayer
No kiss goodnight
No crocodile tears
No midnight snacks
Or lullabies
No candles for each year
No ride-on trucks
Or Barbie Jeeps
No lipstick on the mirror
No Girl Scout vests
No softball games
The windows always clear
No slimy drool
Or gentle coo
No crying do I hear