I was looking at the "tiny baby feet" pin at Life Cycle Books and got inspired to write this poem. Let me know what you think.
Two feet tiny, toes now stubby
Knit with love and formed to grow
One heart beating, thumping, needing
Life from all this baby knows
Two hands feeling, fingers flexing
Finding newness all around
One soul living, loved and lovely
Bides within this body sound
Two eyes clenched for that first birthday
That would see a life so whole
One nose built for cakes and flowers
Waits to smell the world in full
Two days left but he’s not knowing
That his life is near its end
One decision, made so poorly
Will his soul from earth now rend
Two hands push a syringe, sickly
Sending silent senseless death
One cord bearing not nutrition
But the stuff that stops his breath
Two arms flailing, thrashing, failing
Reach for freedom feet away
One heart falters, fumbles, ailing
One mouth frowns his last dismay
Two hearts beating, four lungs breathing
Used to echo and repeat
One heart ends, no anger seething
In that boy you’ll never meet
Two lives broken, one forever
In these sterile, lifeless rooms
One life wealthy, rich from murder
From each baby’s helpless doom
Two paths given, one life taken
Stops his heart and kills his hope
Naught for her but guilt now crushing
With a lifetime left to cope
God protect those formed and precious
Save them from their young demise
And redeem the world so broken
Come thou Lord, so we may rise
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