Six weeks old today mamma
a birthday gift for me,
a pair of big brown eyes through
one day i will see.

Where are we going mamma
with the rain splashing down?
when it hits the ground it makes
a funny sound

Bang through the big white doors
people dressed in green
If they hurt you mamma just runaway and scream

Help me mamma their tearing me apart
there goes my big brown eyes
there goes my little heart

I love you mamma believe me i do
Why are you doing this mama?
I thought you loved me to?

by Bridgid Patrick

Comments (9)

Abortion! ! A cruel act. Thanks for sharing.
touching poem, well done 10
Tragic - and much more personal than what I wrote - but here are my 2 pieces on the topic: http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flames-of-molech-abortion/ http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-womb-called-or-culled/
Putting a human face on the victim is all important. Well done!
Heavy topic....................nicly done: -)
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