Poems
These poems were written by mothers and other family relations to the aborted babies.
Hope
In the silence of death
Where a cry was not heard
A voice of a child arose
As if from a far far land
The voice grew deeper
Sinking into me with all it's volume
When this voice found me it
Began to become real
Full of joy
Laughing bells
Happy as anything I've heard
Life, beyond all death
When the voice was gone
I with a pen in my hand
And a page on my lap
Knew that the laughter I heard
Will never fade again
Broken Pieces of Children
In the wilderness of civilization,
Broken pieces Lie,
Broken pieces of children
Who will hear their cry.
Amongst the discarded rubbish lie
Our arms, our legs.
Our bits of head.
Please hear our silent cry.
I did not ask to be conceived,
But I was God's gift to you,
I wanted to be held by a mother,
A mother who was you.
God gave me arms and a special smile,
And created me just like you.
My father's hair,
My mother's eyes
Inside your womb I grew.
Inside the womb I could not walk,
Yet legs my body grew,
God gave me legs,
So that I could walk
The journey of life like you
But,
You didn't choose for me to live.
And so I never uttered a single cry,
And never had the chance to ask you why.
I never saw the bright blue sky
Or played with a skipping rope.
Please read these words
And think of me
So others may have hope.
Choose Life
Tom and Dereah my little babies
What can I tell you after the dust of these years?
Which words will I find within me
I will seek His face…
I will search within me…
Umbilical Cord
That is still waiting… since I never said "goodbye"
Cruel and merciless hand
And the hand is mine
Your mother's hand and not another's.
Clenched hand…cruel, turning away,
In vain the cries of you hearts:
Holes we are
Still a life for us here
At this time
And the hand is reaching closer…
You shrink.
Sharp pain…loss of any sensation.
Rejected and abounded…orphans from father and mother.
Behold…relieved…your spirit is with Him
Wondering…
What's next in your destiny my babies?
Strong hand gathering…leaning…holding.
Knows you well
Brings you home…covers.
And, I, your mother went on my way…
Small trees in my garden I nurtured
That grew bigger and bear fruit.
Yet still my heart aches.
The fruit of Tom and Dereah, my babies, I didn't know
Sleepless nights I never encountered…
One thing…and another I never gave you
From the storehouse that I had…
And now, before my Creator I stand
Covered with shame…
Words are stuck in my chest…
Yet angels surround me…
Still I come…lay my heart…
Deceitful heart…
And yet, His arms He reached out to me…
His fingers gather my tears…
Softly leaning toward me…
Whispered words of forgiveness and atonement.
From desperation… into hope.
The purity of His eyes…reflects in my eyes…
His freedom is mine
Allow me to walk my way in peace.
Yet your eyes, what are they telling me?
Can I walk in peace,
While I have no peace with you?
Will I find peace in my heart,
Tom and Dereah, will you forgive me?
My tiny ones, my soul longs for you…
Years of dust became a moment…
And now our souls are knitted together,
We will never depart again.