Baby Girl.

***A poem I wrote for someone on request.***


Bearing inside,
This baby I can't hide.
But I can't deliver her,
My baby girl.
Trembling hands,
Brush from my eyes the sands,
Of many a sleepless night,
And tears drop at the sight,
As my hands sign the line,
To destroy this child of mine.
But from deep in my soul,
A soft voice rolls,
"I know your sorry mommy,
I know you really want me.
And I forgive you,
for what your about to do."
The doctors came to me that day,
And took my daughter away.
But every night on bended knee,
I ask God to forgive me,
Of this painful sin,
That someday in heaven,
I might see my baby girl.