A mother,
A father,
A night of passion,
Called a mistake.
Never should’ve happened.
The child just forming,
Its body growing, developing.
Oh, what a beautiful thing!
The future for her, nobody knows.
Just a blank book waiting to be written.
A trip to the doctor,
The end of a life.
This baby, never had a chance to live.
A beginning, ended.
The book, never written.
All because it’s the mother’s choice to “erase” a mistake!
This poem was written by Austin Crew in 2016.