ABORTION AS VIEWED BY THE UNBORN
My life it started innocently
forming snugly in my mothers womb
My death came upon me suddenly
with a switch of a doctors vacuum.
The end you say? not quite my friend
it was just the beginning for me
a daughter, no, and not a son
I had become a memory.
I visit my mother from time to time
she knows im not far away
she took the life i was to live
but as a memory, im here to stay.
My intended first birthday was my favorite visit
for it fell on the first of July
i came back as a flash and suprised her
it was a joy to watch her cry.
At Christmas time id always show up
while she played with her nefews and neices
theyd back away and run to thier mothers
when i made mine go to pieces.
im cruel, you say? you may be right
but dont put the blame on me
if it werent for her, id be a child
not a haunting memory.
Besides, ive never left her side
and i probably never will
im with her daily at the institute
.........until she takes her pill.