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National Library of Poetry

"Lyrical Heritage" © 1997 National Library of Poetry

AMI

Innocent, growing, and dependent,
In a mother's womb.
But, in her empty heart,
For me, she has no room.

It seems that death befalls me,
Before I can begin,
I'm small and young and fragile,
And yet to make a friend.

I have the will to go on,
But the power isn't mine,
I'd love to have a happy home,
But, with Jesus I'll be fine.

My mother didn't want me,
She's destroyed the chance I had.
Now that she has got her wish,
Why does she look so sad ?

M. S. Madden
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