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The Unborn Child

The Unborn Child


I wonder will they let me in? 
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.

Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.


Oh God, I’ll make them love me, 
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.

I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be 
BORN.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 10/12/2016 11:08:00 AM
Beautiful write from the unborn child's perspective! It always perplexes me that a child of 20-24 weeks if born prematurely heaven and earth is moved to save it's life preserved it, yet the same child could be aborted and thrown in the garbage if unwanted by the parents!
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Date: 9/20/2016 2:57:00 AM
nicely written :)
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Date: 9/19/2016 9:41:00 PM
Thank you for sharing Mark. SKAT
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Date: 9/17/2016 11:46:00 PM
A deep write, well expressed. LINDA
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