Erin Werner Poet Rhyme

Mourning After Kill Pill

No! Please don't take that pill!
I plead with you, don't make that kill!

I know..you are so very young.
But, I could be a daughter or a son.

My precious little life began at conception..
Please..don't let my blood run crimson..

How do you know, if you don't give me a chance..
If I like playing with cars or learning to dance.

I could have your nose or your eyes.
But, you would not know it..if I die.

I may be of no indifference to you.
But, I have no way..for myself to choose.

Let me live! I cry out silently..
For..I am just a wee little somebody.

Give me a chance! I will make you smile!
Please I plead, keep me around for awhile.

Let me live..I pray and watch me grow!
I'll bring you love and joy and by your little hero.

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James Fraser May 28, 2009 at 2:54 PM What a wonderful way of wanting to keep life, but sometimes its a hard choice, nicely worded and said, James

Erin Werner April 26, 2009 at 4:33 PM I felt like writing this after I read it in the paper, tho it has not happened to me. I feel and pray for others.

Carolyn Devonshire April 26, 2009 at 4:04 PM So sad, Erin. I can't imagine what it would be like to be a young, pregnant woman considering such a choice. Very well written!