The Artist In Me

Poem By Rebecca Wiles

Experts advised her
To expel you
And never
She will see
The likeness of you.

She stood by your side
From the moment you were conceived
You have the legal
And moral
Rights to be protected
And nurtured.

You shall be born
See the light
And enjoy the beauty of life
You must experience
The wonders of existence.

Some people said
She will bear the burden
From womb to tomb
If she will let you
Stay with her.

She made them aware
She will worry about you
Every single minute
But the bundle of joy
You will bring is infinite.

They keep on reminding
From womb to tomb
You will generate sadness
She keeps on rebutting
From womb to tomb
You will give happiness.

The thought of you
Just excites her
But it scares her to death
How she will react
At the moment of your birth.

She holds on to her gut
She knows everything
Will be alright
For God will be here
To make it right.

In every fiber of her being
You are indelibly marked
You will never part
From birth to death
And life after death.


Copyright 2018, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved

Comments about The Artist In Me

A powerful stand on pro life. Well conveyed.
A mother's love and faith, beautifully portrayed.
A poem that reads eternal with a strong message that'll never truly fade. Thank you good Rose Marie for sharing your great and graceful poetry gift. Take care and I wish you well.
Rose Marie a powerful poem that clarions its powerful pro life message. 10++ and added to my poems to wake up the world collective favourites. Many thanks and stay Blessed.
In every fiber of her being You are indelibly marked You will never part From birth to death And life after death. wonderful expressions of deep love and care that rules your heart. tony


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