Hessian scratched eyes.

Hessian covers my new born self,
Conveyor belts of babies side by side,
Hessian covers stifling their cries.
Mothers to weak after given birth, no strength to walk the earth.
One year two months baking in the far Eastern sun,
Outgrew my cardboard box ,
Promoted to a basket, all the time clutching my little Hessian blanket.
Till my adoptive parents took me away , having a great life till I heard him say....those haunting words that fill me this day.
Only in time to regret but said,  
" Why did I pick the bastard with the hessian scratched eyes.