I Could Have Beulah Marie Starr                         She could have been my mother I could have been her child Instead I'm just another case Thrown in the drawer and filed I could have felt the warmth inside As she held me, oh, so near Or felt the touch her fingers made As she wiped away my tear I could have kissed her on the cheek When she was feeling blue Or even brightened up her day By saying, "I love you" But, as I laid there in her womb Awaiting my new birth Something strange was going on Quick death was all I'm worth That day, she took away my life It got so dark and gray Maybe I could have stopped her If I could have learned to pray By Beulah Marie Starr   This is in the book  I self published called "Stepping Stones of Poetry" 2004   Page Created By Pam Gallo