Although you can't see me, I've just begun.
So small, no need to hide;
Nothing big, a small seed inside.
Four weeks later, the month is two;
I'm still small, but a part of you.
Mommy, you'll love me;
Just wait and see, you'll be so proud of me.
Time is passing, The month is three;
Now I'm someone you could see.
My hair is brown, my eyes are green;
Mommy, I know you will love it to have me around.
It's later now, the month is four;
It's over, I can't grow anymore.
Even if it may not be right;
Mommy, You killed me, just last night.
It's over now, the month is five;
Mommy killed me, I'm no longer alive.
Abortion is the name they gave it;
It takes one's life before they live it.
I wanted to be born, the month is six;
It's already come, it can't be fixed.
Mommy didn't love me, threw me away;
She will regret this, in her memory I'll stay.
I have a new home, the month is seven;
Mommy killed me, I'm now im heaven.
Once I was beautiful, now I'm gone;
Only my memory lingers on.
If I were around, the month would be eight;
She had to have loved me, but now it's too late.
I was murdered by my mommy's own hand;
I must be too young, I think I will never understand.
This sonnet is over, the month is nine;
if only alive, I would be fine.
Although I'm in heaven, I still must cry;
"Oh mommy, why did I have to die?"