Written by Joyce Greene
3/27/08

I sing of a mother's ecstasy,
First touching her newborn's skin
Fingers caress silken cheeks,
Whispered sighs of awe-struck love.

I delight in a newborn's elation,
Feeling mother's first soft strokes
Pristine skin alive with bliss,
Joyful cries of his first love.

I suffer with a mother's agony,
Leaving son at a church door
Fingers pried from the basket,
Ugly groans of drugged up love.

I weep for a newborn's misery,
Barely touched by mother's hands
Skin chafed by a rough blanket,
Soundless death of unborn love.