Unmade Plans

Baby Unborn

It started in March,

Ended just before May.

You were six weeks 

And on the sixth day.

I was irrational and moody.

And feeling sick as can be.

And every one to two hours,

I had to pee.

You were no bigger than a dot

Tiny, but strong.

And in my heart, 

I knew you belong.

But my parents didn't want you

and the father had no clue.

Scared out of my wits,

I knew what I had to do.

Against my rights

and filled with fears,

I went to the doctor

with eyes full of tears.

Once it was over,

I felt incomplete.

I was full of regret

and disgraceful defeat.

You're an angel now

and you're up in the sky.

Still, though, I miss you

and each day I cry.