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. ~
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