Little One

For my aborted child

We were two, wrapped in her
But she was too wrapped in herself to see
Too busy making her dreams come true
She didn’t have time for you or me
Too busy fulfilling her desires
Making plans and seeing things through
She had no desire for me or you

When I dream I am made new
But your dreams will never grow old
Yours was a creative mind, I imagine
You would have sung your heart and painted gold
You would have had dark, disobedient hair
And sometimes I would worry where you’d been
Or that you were looking thin

You would have had sea salt skin
And your mother’s care less, earth eyes
There was a hope in her, now gone
But I can still hear your cries
For we are two, wrapped in me
And ten years on
You are not forgotten, little one.