WHY?

Why did you take away my right
to see the light of my first day,
to cuddle in your loving arms
in the warmth to swing and sway?

To suckle close to your own heart
to the rhythm of its beat,
to nestle in God-given arms
until I go to sleep?

To never hear you cooing softly
of the love you have for me,
or hear the gentle lullabies
that for me know, can never be.

The flowers, trees and honey bees
will never be within my sight,
for when you took away my life
you took away my right.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 25, 1993