Lonely little angel
Got her wings so young
She never opened up her eyes
Killed from an abortion
Little missy lovely
Such a face we'll never see
Directed right up to the heavens
Life was never meant to be
Too young to be an angel
Too young to never dance
If she was not aborted
She just may have had a chance
A death that has no funeral
A death that has no wake
A life that could've made a change
A life that death just had to take
The eyelids will not open
The body will not grow
The face frozen in heaven-
Way too young to be an angel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a very powerful poem. Unfortunately abortion steals away too many lives and aborts so much potential. It's a shame. But I liked your poem and I think you have a lot of potential! Keep it up! -Michael