The Unheard Cry

A new life enters the world
A chance at a start, thwarted by a mothers habit

Perfect hands, perfect feet.
Soft pink lips, black curled hair.
Struggling to survive against all the odds.

With grave predictions, and worried faces they come
White jackets, clipboards, and drugs.

Without the gift of love,
Without the sensation of touch,
Never being held, she gasps her last breath alone.

A sigh goes out, a small sound echos through the halls
Carefully listen and you might hear, the unheard cry.