Unfulfilled Dreams.

Little ones who did not see the light of the day,
From tiny undefined forms in gray,
To well formed twins in full bloom,
Sat snugly encased in their mother's womb.

For nine long months, she waited with bated breath,
As weeks turned into months, the belly swelled
In hopes of pink and blue, the young mother dwelled,
Alas, she only saw them after their death.

Young and naive, she felt their plea for help,
Day after day, she heard their beating hearts aloud,
She pleaded in vain for them to emerge from her womb,
But alas, she would only see them entwined at their tomb.

In the memory of the unborn twins of S, who could have lived.