An Attempted Murder

She sits in her room unaware of what’s to come,
What did she do to deserve this, what has she done,
She is innocent of a crime that nobody can place,
No one will even let her plead her case,
Because no one cares about what she has to say,
But she’ll be the one that has to pay,
Why does the innocent party always suffer,
For the crime committed by a father or mother?

As the doctor prepares to go in the womb,
Which is soon to become the baby’s tomb,
The child begins to understand,
What her mother had, for her, planned,

Then finally the mother realizes what she’s about to do,
And she calls off the abortion, now the child is two.

by Sally Fields

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