A Thing With No Name

A THING WITH NO NAME Within this picture which bears no name, I see a loving mother crying with shame. Nine months ago she thought, “It’s an inconvenience to carry this thing with no name. Abortion is simple, the hassles are less, I won’t think of myself nonetheless.” But as the days went by and her body changed she learned to accept and love this thing with no name. As the time grew near and she looked back, she began to cry because of shame. My God! My God! What I almost had done was murder my child, my firstborn son. She thought to herself, “I am to blame, how could I have called him a thing with no name?” Forgive me my Lord, and create within me a mother’s heart as you intended to be. I love my child so soft and so frail, how good it feels to hold him close without fail. The sweetness of his breath, and his dependence on me, how warm and tender is my baby to me. P.R. Carberry