You'll never see a tree or touch a leaf, <br /> Or hear the ocean roar against a reef: <br /> The whisper of the wind and falling rain, <br /> or see snow flying past a windowpane; <br /> The rainbows' hue, flowers bloom, birds in flight, <br /> Or the light of day and the dark of night. <br /> You'll never feel the sunshine on your face: <br /> A loved one's caress, a soft sweet embrace. <br /> You will never hear school and church bells ring: <br /> Puppies bark, a kitten purr, robins sing. <br /> There are no toy soldiers, no dolls, no games, <br /> For unwanted waifs without any names. <br /> You will not ever smile or laugh or cry. <br /> And no one will sing you a lullaby. <br /> You'll never know the wonders of this earth, <br /> Because you were denied the right of birth. <br /> No shrouds, no one to weep, no one to mourn; <br /> Your mothers killed you before you were born. <br /> May you be led into paradise by an angel band, <br /> And may God hold you ever in the Hollow of His Hand.<br /><br />Jeanne Louise Morgan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-lullaby/
