The Poor Thing Poem by Kanini Beatrice

she thought she finally would be free

that getting rid of it was the best option

she knew it was wrong, but, she didnt want it either

everything was a mistake, it had not been planned for



some days later,

she wished she could have seen her little baby's face

just once, she would have hold it in her arms

but then it was too late

the little poor thing was already with the angels

she had taken its life, she had killed her bundle of joy



she regretted the day she met him

she cursed the day she conceived it

she was sorry having snuffed out its life

a bond had been broken before it was fully formed