Counting Beats

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Counting Beats There is a machine, that the doctor has, it is sheer magic. It can be placed on the belly of a mother, and the heartbeat of a child can be heard. The sound... It is like the very same music softly played every day... in heaven. The bright spot, the tiny light... of life, greater than the darkness all around. Brought here to earth, by a miracle. One, two, three, what will you be? A boy, to play with... cars and trucks, boats and engines, toys that fill the day in every way. Will you be a girl? A daughter to call my own? To be my best friend, and sing, when I have long since gone. A child, a gift, I linger still... to dwell upon the sound... before it stops.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/14/2022 7:26:00 PM

The ultimate gift - you have done a marvelous job of explaining this.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 7/13/2022 1:30:00 PM

Lovely, Ann. The other magic is the ultrasound - who knows how many children have been saved by having their mothers see images of them in the womb.

Jeff Kyser
Date: 7/13/2022 2:02:00 PM

The more tools the better! We've been huge fans and supporters of ChooseLife for that reason - giving mothers a chance to hear a heartbeat and see an ultrasound.

Ann Foster
Date: 7/13/2022 1:45:00 PM

If they could just hear the beat, they would never let it go... they just would not... Ty for you kind words. God bless your day. Ann

Vijay Pandit

Date: 7/13/2022 12:09:00 PM

This is simply beautiful, Ann--your poem brings forth the image of a baby and the endearing beats of a new life. BIG congrats to a mother (don't know if its about you) who makes it all possible!

Ann Foster
Date: 7/13/2022 1:45:00 PM

Bless you friend. I was thinking about my daughter. I was missing her. She is grown now. But the feeling is just the same. Ann