Winter Roses

We weep midst winter roses of our collective mourning, be it in springtime 's bloom, or November rains. The young women who died, they wanted their unborn, they spoke up for them, planned for their births. Yet, the icy barren souls of the murderous fathers demanded they get an abortion. These brave mothers refused, and became victims of a particularly heinous prochoice violence. It's more common than many care to admit, and families are left to grieve precious people. God's lamentation, their mother's love treasured, and their names engraved in Heaven's life book. Please don't forget these victims, light a candle, say prayers, as we weep midst winter roses of our collective mourning. ~