My Beginning and My Parents

Please listen to what the Neonatologist speaks to you. When you poke the unborn for blood work, The babies wrinkle up their faces, kick their feet, Clench their hands into tiny fists, curl their toes, Arch their backs and try to wriggle away, or Smack at the offending person. Oh, you parents, Don’t you have blood in your eyes? Are your hearts hardened like a rock? And so you feel nothing. Can you sacrifice your life for your child? “Unless the grain falls and decays, you cannot have a new life.” My brothers and sisters, preserve the sanctity of your marriage. Recognize, there is a fire in you, ablaze it, So the world can receive its brightness. Please listen to what the Neonatologist speaks to you. When you poke them for blood work, The babies wrinkle up their faces, kick their feet, Clench their hands into tiny fists, curl their toes, Arch their backs and try to wriggle away, or Smack at the offending person. Oh, you parents, Don’t you have blood in your eyes? Are your hearts hardened like a rock? And so you feel nothing. Can you sacrifice your life for your child? “Unless the grain falls and decays, you cannot have a new life.” My brothers and sisters, preserve the sanctity of your marriage. Recognize, there is a fire in you, ablaze it, So the world can receive its brightness.