Written on January 28, 2025
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Just a note to the reader: this poem is not biographical - as I don't have first hand experience, but it is intended to discourage anyone who might be considering an abortion My heart stills, as it silently despairs Remembering the chill like a wintery night My heart dreads the moment when light fades As shadows reveal The darkest fate My heart stills, beneath the darkest thoughts What was the motive for aborting The innocent, the pure… The sweet little infant, who God sent to you What was the motive? What was the cause? Why kill the baby – the baby who grows Beneath your heart…. Such a tiny smile, such a gentle hope But now she’s up in heaven I wonder what she knows…. My heart stills, as it silently despairs Remembering the chill Oh, a wintery night
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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