Death of the Innocent

A child in innocent slumber
Kindling life's gentle flame.
No worries or cares to encumber,
No sin, fault or shame.
A baby so very young and small,
Its life depends on others.
An infant with no voice at all,
It must rely on it's mother's.
Hands that should have brought
It safely into the world have taken
The infant out with a knife.
The mother never thought
The death would leave her shaken
But now she carries the pain all her life.