The Story Behind Abortion......

by ♥~Crystal~♥   Jan 22, 2006


Month One

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .

Month Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about
abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
run. One more mouth that will never speak.

......Abortion can cause alot of pain...think about the consequences and the fact that you will have guilt with you throughout your life.....Think about the babies...

*~Please vote and comment and I will return the favor!!!~*

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 14 years ago

    by paige

    So so sad:(
    ''One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
    see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never
    run. One more mouth that will never speak.''

  • 14 years ago

    by vagymnast

    I just wanted to let u kno that this poem is inaccurate. at one month a fetus cannot be "8 inches" it is literally only centimeters long, trust me, im speaking from experience. i have no problem with this poem, b.c. its your opinion but i think u should use facts :)