Disclaimer: I own this poem, and it comes entirely from my imagination. If this poem sounds like any other, it is purely coincidental.

Authors Note: I submit this poem for you to read. Please note that this is rated ‘PG’ for a reason: if mentions of abandonment offend you, don’t read it. For the people who do read it please review when you’re finished.

My Baby

Beautiful

The only word

That describes you

My baby

Mine

So small, so tiny

Mine

All mine

I made you

All by myself

Mine

My only achievement

Lies before me

In a little bundle

My little bundle of joy

A bundle of talcum powder and milk

Mine

So small, so perfect

I trace the tiny features

Your little face

Sleeping

Trusting

So innocent

Mine

Your eyes flutter

Your mouth opens

I wait

Anticipation

A scream fills the air

I stare in disbelief

How can one so perfect make such a horrid noise?

Not mine

I dump the bundle in the bin

Don’t want it

Mine will be perfect

This one’s

Not mine

Take it back

Not mine

Author’s Note: This is a One Shot poem, so please don’t expect me to continue and update. I hope you liked it, but even if you didn’t please review anyway.

May blessings follow in your footsteps,

Ethereal Kisses