November 4, 2022
As I took form and became real
From every moment, Ma, I held you dear.
From a tiny seed to a blooming flower,
I waited eagerly for the destined hour-
When I would see you and be held
And be crying while you smiled.
Day by day I grew
Smiled and breathed with you.
I knew when you were happy, could tell when you were sad,
Some days were good, few were bad.
Then the happy days became more and more less
And I could tell Ma, something was amiss.
One day loomed a foreboding
Suddenly there was some prodding-
A white hot pain, Ma, came searing
And soon my limbs were tearing.
I’m fading away now silently,
Who killed me, Ma, so violently?
I’m sure you tried to save me
From that who was my enemy.
Now it’s quiet, there’s no pain.
Tell me, Ma, will I ever see you again?
Were you young, and strong, Ma, were you coy?
I will never ever know you-oh boy!
Were you unwell, Ma, were you lovelorn?
Was I even your first born?
Warm and cosy once in your womb
Now it shall forever remain my tomb.
Who killed me, Ma, their heart so hardened?
Why were my cries within you not harkened?
Oh Ma I will miss you!
Tell me Ma, will you miss me too?
Whisper a prayer for me, Ma, grief-stricken and forlorn,
Forever I shall be your little unborn.