(For unborn brothers and sisters) <br /> <br />And, the wind has brought <br />Yet another grievous thought, <br />Thinking of the tiny babe <br />With no proper burial place... <br />Unknown, unnamed <br />Tortured and betrayed... <br />Instead of being a cherished fruit <br />The helpless babe <br />Came to be a tortured slave... <br />Instead of being tenderly embraced in arms <br />Had known the horror and gruesomeness <br />Of her mother's crimes... <br />Mutilated and desecrated <br />The precious babe <br />Who has not found a welcoming place <br />Unwelcome in her mother's heart <br />Found untimely, merciless death <br />Treated and disposed of as a thing <br />With her inestimable soul within... <br />A refuse heap as her burial place <br />Without seeing her mother's face... <br />Found no earthly, warm place <br />With a forgotten - battered face... <br />In her short time <br />Had known only <br />Other's brutal rejection and crime... <br /> <br />And, the wind has brought <br />Yet another too disturbing thought...<br /><br />Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-hands-of-the-pitiless/
