Nine months are slowly getting close.
I am surrounded by the blanket of yours;
Slowly I am growing in your womb,
Please don't send me to the tomb;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?
Aren't you happy? You can see me soon.
I am excited to see the world of sun and moon;
In your womb, I am counting days,
To show you, mother, my little gaze;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?
Mother, I am excited for my first toy,
I promise I will become your joy;
Please don't feel me as a burden,
Whatever you decide cannot be undone;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?
I know you are waiting to see me play,
More than you I am excited to see that day;
Oh mother, won't you start my life story,
Please don't make my life a history;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?
I am excited to play in your lap,
With my deeds, I will make you clap;
Oh mother, give me a chance to live,
Even if you don't, I will forgive;
Oh mother, my life is now a question,
Please don't give it name of abortion.
Please have your baby. Like you say, it could be your only chance. If you can't raise him, there are many wonderful people that would love to adopt him. Believe me, you will mourn this child...
Unheard Voice
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
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You couldn't have said it more perfectly. God bless you and your birth mother and parents.