Little fetus, departed
From her mother's womb.
She will cry no more
Giggle and laugh no more
Play and dance no more
Live and grow no more.
She was put to rest prematurely
Went back to dust forlornly
She will never see the light of this world
And see the beauty of it all.
She will no longer feel the love of her mother
Or have the chance to know her real father
She can no longer make her mother happy
Or make her father proud of her.
Poor, guiltless, pitiful little fetus
She was not given the chance to live
To prove her worth or gift
For she was so helpless and was forced
To depart from her mother's womb.
Written for One Single Impression Prompt