A Debt

It is a debt; nearly one out of three has sadly paid Life started to grow, but its first breath was never made A branch on the family tree that produced no shade Pain of such an investment unsuccessful; I would not wish for or trade If I could, I would take the hurt from each mother that this monster has slayed Cruelty— is what I would name this game that conception has played The remorseful loss of an unborn child; to sad rest, too many are laid