A Beating Heart

Mom, don’t leave me in this garbage,
the odor in here I can’t stand.
How can you leave me to die this way?
I was just born on this very day.
It’s so dark in here and cold.
Couldn’t you just have taken me home?
Why are you leaving me all alone?
Mommy, I have feelings, a beating heart.
Please put me back in your little safe spot.

I would have made a good daughter to you.
When you got to know me,
you would have loved me, too!
Call someone! Tell them I’m alive.
Look at me, I have your eyes!
Please don’t leave me here to die!
Please Mommy, help me!
I’m so cold and blue.
It doesn’t matter that you are young too.
I should have loved and grown up with you.

-Deborah Steen