Little Baby
By Joan Schmit

Little baby who was not meant to be,
You were a person - at least to me.
Would your eyes be blue? Or hazel or dark?
Would you caw like the crow? Or sing like a lark?
Would you have ten little fingers and ten little toes?
A rosebud mouth? A turned up nose?
Would you be laughing and happy, or somber and quiet?
Would you run and jump, or rather be still?
Would you like to read, or prefer to play?
None of my questions will have an answer.
Your chance to live will never be.
The only thing I truly know -
Little baby, we would have loved you so!