" SURVIVAL "

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nancylangley

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Lost Loves-Death

Tear's falling like rain,

streak's of wetness down my face.

The ability to function,

no movement, no brace.

My crippled up bone's,

and my withering heart.

No chance of survival,

we're seperated apart.

My mother decided,

that it wasn't time, you see.

So through a clinic,

she aborted me.

Why did this happen,

I too was a living soul.

From my head to my feet,

all of me was whole.

God bless the mother's,

choosing to kill us alive.

God Bless the little one's,

with no chance to survive.

DEDICATED TO: LIVING SOUL'S

Author's Notes/Comments:

One day I was sitting and wondering about the babies' that almost have a chance to survive. It really bothered me to think of how one child must feel to know that their life has been terminated before they even have a chance to live it! So I thought that maybe this poem would reach the heart's of the mother's and change their mind's about making such a BIG decision in their life! Can you as a mother make such an enormous decision
about wheather the child should live or die???????