Imagine a baby.
Grainy image, sure–
But a tiny thumping heart
Limbs curled, well…
in the fetal position
Small but whole and alive

This little girl
Who would have been
My daughter’s best friend?

A kindergarten student
The best goalie on her soccer team
Math whiz
Lover of butterflies and ponies!

She would have beguiled with her smile
And played Sonatina
Which, after all, means little lullaby

Sing to me.
About her wedding
White dress cascading down behind her
And her own eventual children
All erased
In pieces of girl
We call it
Abortion: simple failure
To see
A beautiful