It isn’t that I don’t think of you.
I do so every day.
It is not that I do not have regrets
Because I do. How could I not?
How to make amends with an act
That seemed so right at the time?
At the time! That is what abortion is.
Yours was a time that could not come.
Would I have been a good father
Had we acted differently, taken a chance?
I do not know. I doubt it.
Some people are meant for parenthood; others not.
I know I would have tried. Gallantly, possibly.
But trying and succeeding are often miles apart.
The gamble did not seem wise,
To make misery from something so unplanned.
So, I own my responsibility in your demise,
But there is no guilt. Only chagrin
At what might have been had we dared…
Taken your gestation in our stride.