Bundle of Promise--G and G
She hid me for months in isolation,
withholding the truth about her mistake
from a past when innocence was ruined;
yet, strong enough to keep an embryo pulsing..
as this baby born with a man’s same features
labeled her as the town’s new outcast.
Oh Mother, it’s not your fault, not your fault,
to carry me and be shamed for a noble choice.
Those who judge you for letting me grow;
have they walked your shoes; felt your doom?
I am a product of unplanned conception;
but your love cradles my eyes to trace all stars.
It is my wish that life stages be our exultant music …
here I am, a bundle of promise as we pray
that our moments flourish through angel tidings;
mocked pain you once bore turns into harps of joy
serenaded by interludes of many tomorrows!
*Dedicated to beautiful people like Aristotle,
Edgar Allan Poe, John Lennon, Eleanor Roosevelt,
and millions who survived abortion.
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Contest: Olive Eloisa’s Guts and Gain
7/24/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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