Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Song For My Father

Song for My Father

A thank You Father.. and to Mom,
For creating me, that starlit,
breezy, Chicago, June night.
But why I asked, don't they
credit my heavenly Father?
You chose them with your
Creator's hands..then..
Wrote my full name in 
Humanity's warm sand.

Poor souls, they had thought
of getting rid of me!
I heard them speak through Mom's cozy, 
warm tummy.
I grabbed my oh so minuscule fingers 
together in fear.
From my teeny face, rolled down a silent tear.

Thank God!
You woke them up from a
thought so hideous,
I still am here, amazed and quite delirious!
I walk the planet and you
gave me a daughter, too?
How wonderfully mysterious!
And her father......
Ah, so divinely delicious!

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John Read November 17, 2024 at 2:49 AM Sadly the unborn baby has no say in the matter, your written a thought provoking poem Pangie God bless you. Panagiota Romios November 17, 2024 at 8:56 AM John, i sm glad you got the poibt, There is no reason to kill a baby, otherwise as tou know, people start killing old people and offering suicide to adults, If we want to kill weeds.have at i. A baby is not a weed, there are all kinds of birtg controls available. But our society pots their rights over Gods, be a nazi kill a baby!? It is manslaughter.people should not complin abbout murder at akk. We are the killers..pangie Patngie xx

Gershon Wolf February 27, 2019 at 2:51 PM A great write, truly affirmative write, my friend. Why not send it to the Center for Reproductive Rights---and just watch those nattering nabobs of negativity jump all over you for being---yes, 'inhumane.' The times are completely upside down, as it's plain to see. ~ gw Panagiota Romios February 27, 2019 at 3:34 PM Gotta say, I love you Gershon.)) I would be hung and quartered around some women. Times are beyond crazy. Panagiota

Demetrios Trifiatis February 27, 2019 at 12:55 PM Such tender and touching poem dearest, Panagiota! I was moved! Excellently done! Panagiota Romios February 27, 2019 at 1:17 PM Most appreciated, Demetrios! I do feel exactly as in the poem. What a great compliment. ~ Panagiota ~ I'll send you some roses!))) Panagiota