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The Growing Gift

I wrote this one with a friend in mind; Her growing belly tells what most think the whole story Her age is a cause for shame She is scared And feels so alone Strangers look at her And laugh Pointing and wispers She thinks her only way out is to destroy the thing inside Angels and demons struggle in her young head Fighting for life She goes to church Pro-life people shun her They whisper: “She is just a young child” Against all odds she decided to tell her friends and family She is going to see this through She encounters lots of anger What a little whore she is God seems to not love her She makes an appointment Tears in her eyes she ascends She opens the door to the clinic and climbs the stairs Carrying the weight of her cross A miracle A older women dressed nice with hair as bright as the sun Do not harm this child Take comfort my dear sweet girl I have been where you are I have received their teasing Do not listen to them God himself has blessed you The bulging belly tells a story Your naked hand proves how brave you really are. You've made it this far and you will make it even more. Not every woman out there can do what God has blessed you with. The woman gave a hug and the tears started to pour. Back in the car she took a deep breath. With a hand on her belly she spoke to the little child. " I don't know if your a girl or boy, or even if I will be a good mom" I promise to you I will try to do my best, just please don't turn out like me and be wild!" She started the car and prepared to drive home for the worse She knew this child was not going to be easy to have Inside her was a little life growing bigger each day No matter how hard it was going to be with her faith in God she would find a way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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