ABORTION
It would be very easy,
The doctor had said,
It’s just an object, not a baby,
You have a whole life ahead.
I had wanted to do this,
To erase that mistake,
I had to drown this dream
In deaths dirty lake.
I tried to think practically,
Be wise and not a mother,
To make my dreams come true,
I would have to kill another.
I had my baby in my womb,
I don’t know what it felt right now,
The dreams and hopes my baby formed,
The dreams that I could never allow.
Firmly I made up my mind,
I went inside the doctors room,
I lay down on the bed,
And prepared for the doom
Please forgive me darling,
This is your heavens call,
For you were born, not out of love,
But out of alcohol.
I had to agree it hurt a bit,
I thought of my baby’s pain,
And then I realized the awful truth,
I could never be a mother again.
This was God’s way of punishing me,
I would accept it with a bow,
I killed your dreams and he killed mine,
What more can I say now.
I think of you my baby,
Every night and Day,
I hope you are in a happy place,
I can only hope and pray.
