Bob Day

(St. Augustine, Florida)

Why, Mother, Why

In the wilderness of night
A chill invades my soul with fright.
As yet, unborn, I gasp for breath
To scream. I sense impending death!
I'd give my life for you, you know
And with your help my love would grow.
Why, Mother? Why? What have I done?
Am I not meant to be your son?

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