THE POOR THING.
she thought she finally would be free
that getting rid of it was the best option
she knew it was wrong, but, she didnt want it either
everything was a mistake,it had not been planned for
some days later,
she wished she could have seen her little baby's face
just once, she would have hold it in her arms
but then it was too late
the little poor thing was already with the angels
she had taken its life,she had killed her bundle of joy
she regretted the day she met him
she cursed the day she conceived it
she was sorry having snuffed out its life
a bond had been broken before it was fully formed
Martin Elder
Mon 29th May 2017 09:47
This is a very brave and open poem. I am presuming from the title that the poor thing could well be referring to both the baby and the mother, sorry if I am stating the obvious. However there is something of beauty in the stark reality of this piece. Love it