Breath Of Death. Poem by Lauren Harper

Life has come and gone,
just as the baby took their first breath.

Love that had claimed to be unforgettable,
withered away with time.

Truth that has been bound
with sincerity was broken with one line.

Death that was once untouchable,
now could be grasped.

Groping for an innocent life to take
death had found not but air to slash.

For the child had already
turned to smoldering ash.

From the moment they had greeted life,
words of death were spoken.

Only the child would never know of true life,
or of happiness, for it had all been taken.

Yet death, given as a gift,
was received.

All in all delightful to some,
dreadful to many, merely accepted by one.