In quiet wombs, where life took hold,
Tiny hearts began, brave and bold.
Ten little fingers, toes so small,
Waiting for breath, answering life's call.
A chance denied, eternally.
No first cry heard, no gentle sigh,
Before they glimpsed the earth and sky.
Some gave all, their journey ceased,
Before a birthday, a loving feast.
Dreams unfulfilled, futures unknown,
Seeds of potential, never sown.
A vacant cradle, a tear-filled eye,
For lives that flickered and passed by.
Let gentle hearts and voices rise,
To champion lives behind veiled eyes.
Support the life choice, the right to be,
For every soul, for all to see
The precious gift, the fragile start,
A beating pulse within the heart.
Let kindness guide, and love extend,
For every life, until the end.
Some gave all, a sacrifice untold,
Their silent story, brave and bold.
