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Beautiful Child

I met a beautiful child today.
We shared only a moment, but she stole my heart away.

The precious sight was all entrancing,
Her crown of curls bounced while she was dancing.

She reached for me without hesitation.
My affection for her an irresistible invitation.

She smiled at me, sweet as a cherub above,
Her blue eyes sparkled. She gurgled and cooed like a dove.

She sang the word “Mama” as she played,

But I turned my head away.

Then I awoke from my brief reverie
Regret overpowering my memory.


Choices dictate our future and all we experience.  Choice is a gift and also a responsibility.  This poem is a fictional representation of one choice and the consequences of that decision.  It is dedicated to all those precious little ones who were not given that same choice.