Just the Sound of Her Fallen Tears
Another Soul is in a Storm.
A choice was made for her unborn.
The Haunting Nightmares linger on.
Relentless blame to overcome.
There is no Birthday not Today.
Or ever be to celebrate.
No Gift wrap Presents to enjoy.
No Birthday Cake, Candles, or Toys.
Her heart is Crying out for Him.
"Forgive Me Son for I have Sinned."
An Unheard Voice She'll never hear.
Just the sound of her fallen Tears.
Michael Tor
Copyright © Michael Tor | Year Posted 2023
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