The 28th day of the month of July
Every year on this day, I silently weep, say a prayer and cry
As this was the day that you were to be born
But instead of celebration, this day for me is met with regret as I mourn
I mourn for the life that grew for a short period of time within me
I mourn for the life that I was never able to see.
When you were conceived I wasn't in a good place in life
The man who would be your father, to him I wasn’t his wife
You would have deserved much more than I could provide
Now I know not bringing you here was a mistake, I say this placing my pride aside
At the time, terminating my pregnancy seemed to be the best choice
Now each day I regret never hearing your laughter or the sound of your voice
Ten years later for you I still cry
Knowing that this is one choice I will regret until the day I die
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