As the child is borne Sounds retreat, No beating heart Or deep breathing Overrides a Blanketing Silence
The melody of machines Reiterate our worst fear Coming through The quiet announces, In strident voice That that was living Is no longer.
A child is borne to silence? No child is silent When born. And no room silent For the genesis If the birth were The beginning of one life Instead of A brutal mutilation Of many
The silence is ceased By maternal scream But her baby’s lifeless form Does not react, And when her tears Crash Like waves Upon his Perfect face The boy remains sleeping.
She embraces him Urging him to animate To see Her love and adoration He is still.
Did someone whisper “Hush” to this child Order him an eternity In lifelessness And punish his innocence To never see or smell Or LIVE Outside the womb.
I wish that person would Allow this baby to cry Once Or breath Just one breath.
Who would To steal the life Of an innocent Before he found Joys in living? To shorten time Between life and death Such that Living was never possible Banishing dreams Of the future.
Who would Give parents False hope Without opportunity? To love with no chance Or having ones child Grip a finger Smell thy breasts comfort And know, They have found mother; And have loved mother, And will love mother.
For the mother will love The baby that Didn’t breath And whose heart Was not beating at birth.
And the mother Will remember this child That was lost When merely discovered, As the perfectly formed Diamond, That neither gleamed Nor twinkled in light But whispered in darkness And dreamt in silence.
The mother will never forget Hearing the baby’s heartbeat Feeling him kick And move, and grow Within the comfort Of her uterus.
Not can she forget The framed memory Of the silent child Who; like an angel Lay cradled in her arms, With serene smile; As though he was, Where he belonged.
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