A Tiny Life so Real are our children

A Poem regarding a Life so needed;  written January 2020

A Tiny Life so Real

My life began, as I remember now.

It seems that my being was somewhere reaching,

To attach myself to my mother’s womb.

Something very loving surrounded me,

My father had nourished my tiny self, I began to grow.

What’s that I feel,

It was my little heart pumping blood throughout my body.

It didn’t take ;ong for my little fingers to start moving,

I cou;ld make a little fist reaching out as if to say I am real.

I’m a person.

As time moved on I could hear voices.  

Some were kind, most were not.

O how I wanted to call out,

And tell them their words hurt me.

The sense of entering an unknown world,

Became real as I was almost nine months.

Somehow the movement from here to there,

Brought tears because my mother didn’t want me.

Then light pervaded the feeling around me,

Am I going to become complete today.

What is that, O so much pain,

Something sharp has ended my life.

My mother, my father, where are you now,

O why did you kill me.

I looked like you and had your blood, 

now your blood has drained away.

Father, forgive them.

Ralph B. Hathaway