It was not an easy choice, Although it seemed to me The only thing to do, But that doesn't mean I never grieved. As they probed and sucked It felt as if it was my heart That they were wrenching out. And though I never saw your face, And you didn't have a name, You'll always be my child; And I will never cease to wonder What colour were your eyes? This poem was written for people who ever consider having an abortion.