A Babys' Plea
My mommy says
that I must go
Cause daddy can't be
found
And she's too young
and full of life
To have a kid
around.
Here in this
darkness, as I wait
For what will
finally be,
My heart is being ripped apart
By your contempt for
me.
What have I
done? I often cry,
To make you hate me
so?
What can I do to change your mind?
Oh please. Just let
me know.
Oh mommy,
please don't kill me here
I long to see your
smile.
Just let me look
upon your face....
And rest within your arms awhile.
But now, I
hear the doctor's come.
I've made my final
plea.
I can't believe the
words I hear.
You say you're
keeping me!
©By
Roger L. Baker ~ Written Jan 19, 1983
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