Abortion

Tears flowing, fast and hard,
Breath coming in ragged starts.
Termination of a little life
Otherwise free of pain and strife.
A gift of wonder, covered in blood,
Now buried six deep in cherry wood.
Poor little darling; the mother's in tears,
This end will begin her worst of fears.
The death of an unborn child means pain,
A deep black hole that will always remain.