by Timothy Jarmon
(c) copyright 2007
Tiny little fingers
and tiny little toes
What she could have been
only heaven knows
Growing in the safety
of her hiding place
A beautiful little head
and a precious little face
Yawning and stretching
and kicking around
Moving and responding
to her mother’s sound
A future chemist
or an astronaut in space
Someone to cure cancer
for the human race
A wonderful mind
that could have found
answers to the questions
that have kept us bound
A precious life
so quickly is gone
And now we’re reaping
the death we’ve sown
To take her life
is a horrible sin
And it’s sad to think
What could have been?
