Abortion Poem
I feel very strongly about abortion and read about and know about a lot of people that have had abortions. To me it is murder and killing a soul before it has a chance. God creates these souls inside a mother's body so they can be born, not murdered. I hope you enjoy this poem, it's the deepest I have.
My Almost Mother
©
Whitni Brandle
You steal my life,
I have no chance,
I want to live,
And find life's romance.
You strike me down,
Do you have no soul?
I thought you would love me,
'Cause I love you so.
I call you mother,
And father too,
But you kill me,
And it doesn't bother you.
Do you wonder what I would be,
Do you wonder what I am,
I wanted to be a football player,
To be your little man.
My birthday was yesterday,
The one you got to miss,
But I'm up in Heaven,
With all of death's gifts.
God loves me,
I hope you love me too,
But it doesn't look like it,
Since I'm not there with you.
I hope you know I love you,
I love you very much,
But I wish you could hear my voice,
And feel my baby touch.
My heart started to beat,
When you killed me in cold blood,
My ears started to hear your voice,
It was a warming flood.
You felt me kick,
You never heard me talk,
How can you be so heartless,
To not want to see your baby walk.
I'll never have a kid myself,
Nor will my sister have a brother,
I would have protected her,
But you never protected me...
Goodbye now and forever...
My Almost Mother.
I have no chance,
I want to live,
And find life's romance.
You strike me down,
Do you have no soul?
I thought you would love me,
'Cause I love you so.
I call you mother,
And father too,
But you kill me,
And it doesn't bother you.
Do you wonder what I would be,
Do you wonder what I am,
I wanted to be a football player,
To be your little man.
My birthday was yesterday,
The one you got to miss,
But I'm up in Heaven,
With all of death's gifts.
God loves me,
I hope you love me too,
But it doesn't look like it,
Since I'm not there with you.
I hope you know I love you,
I love you very much,
But I wish you could hear my voice,
And feel my baby touch.
My heart started to beat,
When you killed me in cold blood,
My ears started to hear your voice,
It was a warming flood.
You felt me kick,
You never heard me talk,
How can you be so heartless,
To not want to see your baby walk.
I'll never have a kid myself,
Nor will my sister have a brother,
I would have protected her,
But you never protected me...
Goodbye now and forever...
My Almost Mother.
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