Child Poem by Sierra Evans

Taking back these few years,
all the memories and laughter and tears.
Then I was so young, carefree and wild.
Now, so old, I may be carrying a child.
All of my mistakes I've made along the way could not add up to what I will make today.
Killing a body that is not yet alive will only add to my worry and strives.
My conscience will catch up with me, causing my wrists, my eyes, to bleed.
Crying, so hard that my tears burn. But now, at last, it is my turn.
In the labor room dying of pain,
the baby crying, me screaming in vane.
I look at her, and tears come to my eyes.
She is so beautiful, a sin in disguise.
If only her father were here, to see her.
To see his daughter, and his lover.
I cannot stand to let her go.
Do not take her away from me, please, no.
She is my beautiful Isabella Marie.
Taking back these few years,
all the memories, the laughter, the tears.
I was so young, so carefree and wild.
Now,
I just lost my only child.




***Dedicated to my friend, who made mistakes, but never had a child, and her father, who never cared enough to even say hi***