. Elegy for the Child Never Conceived His would-be parents had but days; The procreative ship sat docked, And with the passengers’ delays, That ship is gone, forever locked, But if, instead, he’d been conceived And been allowed to live and die, His soul could one day be received In the embrace of God Most High. And hence it grieves my heart to see A child-shaped space unoccupied, Not running in the grass with glee, Nor leaning on his mother’s side, And no one in his space in bed To kiss goodnight while tucking in; No smiling face, no heart well-fed, No warm caress from hands to skin. When weighed against one human soul, No sacrifice too great to give Could ever be for such a goal That one’s own child may simply live. . . Joshua C. Frank works in the field of statistics and lives near Austin, Texas.