To My Unborn Son

old memories,

too painful to remember,

realization of what was done,

on that day so long ago,

choices made in the blink of an eye,

decisions decided,

which will last a lifetime;

looking at our daughter,

I think,

he could have been like her,

proud and strong,

a warrior facing life,

confident and unafraid,

or he could have been

plain and ordinary,

either way,

he would have been

a brother,

he would have been

a son,

but most of all,

he would have been

loved;

if only he’d been

given a chance.

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