Tiny heart Tiny beat..
The Paddling of two tiny feet.
Smile stretching far and wide..
Its the beginning of a little child
eyes soo bright, and very clear
Into the future they seem to endlessly stare
Hair growing longer, awaiting first trim.
Precious mouth stays closed, not time for talk or sing
Seven months already, two more to go.
But why am I being pulled, I`m not ready oh NO!
Mommy Mommy, is it the right time
Do i get to see my daddy, and all that is mine?
Ouch Mom who's got my legs
Tell them be tender, I`m not tough as a peg
Wee I`m almost there
getting ready for that first true stare
Hurry up mom, I cant last much longer.
And the pressure on my neck is so much stronger..
Is this what you went through, when it was your turn
Did your legs hurt and your neck start to burn
Love you mom, I`m sure its not your fault
I guess I`m just unwanted treasure meant to be kept locked in a vault
Why did that Guy not let me out
made me suffer, I tried hard to shout..
Wish I could have seen, little ones like me.
And touch that, noisy thing you called a puppy
wish dad could take me on a tour.
And heal the areas where I feel sore
But my hopes and dreams shall be no more.
Cuz your loving hands walked out the door
Mom I tried hard to make this sound Mild.
But those were the words of your Unborn Child
Orlando Edwin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abortion-the-words-of-an-unborn-child/
