The Choice
- Michael Chatfield
- Aug 1, 2020
- 1 min read
Ten little fingers, ten little toes
Two little eyes, and a little button nose
For all these things all mothers pray
When that little baby sees their first day.
Five little fingers, wrapped around mama's finger
A grateful mama wishing this moment would linger
One little yawn with arms stretched wide apart
No doubt this baby has stolen mama's heart.
Ten little fingers, ten little toes
Two little eyes, and a little button nose
All ripped to pieces and laying in a tray
This one tiny baby will not see their first day.
Five little fingers with no mama to touch
A choice that was made, a choice that was tough
One little baby, bloody torso ripped apart
As life slips away from their still beating heart.
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