Life

From the day that my heart did start, I thought that we'd never part. No kisses or smiles, to go the miles. No hugs for the fears, to wipe away the tears. No enchanted birthday to play, to sing, dance and listen to birds all day. No looking up at the stars or sky, teaching me to dream and reach high. No sending me to school, so I will be nobody's fool. No one to be morally strong, to teach me right from wrong. No patience and stoic be, when my behavior was crazy to see. No prom or graduation to plan, as I set my wings to expand. No ideas or plans to bother, as I prepare to mate with another. No words of wisdom gain true, as the cycle of life starts anew. I cannot help but ponder, and ask in solemn wonder. Is your soul and conscious clear and sorted, that day you had me aborted? Did you not think of one option, the noble act for adoption?