Killed, At Only 20 Days Old

I can't understand, how you chose I shouldn't be,
When you hadn't even gotten to know me.
I quickly developed for 20 days,
Yet somehow my death you explained away.

My fingers, my toes, all started to form,
I listened to your heart, lived in your warmth.
For all that time, you took my breaths,
Yet you didn't love me, you requested my death.

Prematurely I was sucked to the light,
It eventually killed me, although I wanted to fight.
I tried to stay alive, just for you,
I thought that's what you wanted for me too.

I clung to life in those moments of pain,
Hoping I'd be able to feel you again.
Although quickly the light engulfed the tiny me,
Then I knew my life, just wasn't meant to be.

I was formed enough for me to feel love,
Mum, I'm sorry if that just wasn't enough.
Torn apart, and left for dead,
For me, you'd chosen death instead.

You now don't have my hand to hold,
Because you killed me at only 20 days old.

© Christie 2006