In making a Pro-Life site, I'll start with the poems and stories, including the same ones prancing around on the internet
that are making pro-choicers annoyed, but pro-lifers, and those who have actually had abortions, cry. I only ask that you
read the content with an open mind, because my intent is not to start a battle, but to express some perspectives of the issue,
including my own.
Letter to Her Mother
Dear Mommy, I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted
to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.
I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near
ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you.
Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I
wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so
That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was
so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer
as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed
and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can
never explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in
such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make
all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be
your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to
you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I
no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.
I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical
pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy.
I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.
He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you
how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the
monster was too powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted
you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind
of pain I did. Please be careful.
Love, Your Baby Girl
I never Got A Chance
I have a body,
I have a heart,
I have a family,
But now we're split apart,
The loving family,
Has gone down from 3,
Because now they decide,
They don't want me.
To the mommy I will never meet,
And to my daddy the same,
Don't worry I still love you,
But please don't hide me in your shame.
God had given me to you for a reason,
He had a life plan set,
But now I will never live it,
And now it won't be kept.
All I ever wanted,
Was for you to look at me and stare,
And I would know everything would be O-K,
Because of my mommy's love and care.
I wonder what I'd look like,
Would I have my mommy's chin?
What color would my hair be?
Would I have my daddy's grin?
I never got to live,
I never got to sing and dance,
I never got to breathe,
I never got the chance.
Mommy Got An Abortion
Mommy keep me safe, Mommy keep me warm,
Handle me with all your love,
Mommy keep me from harm.
I'm only six weeks old today,
This birthday gift to me,
A pair of bright blue eyes,
That someday you will see.
I've barely got ears,
A little puppy nose,
and at the end of my feet,
Little things called toes.
Looking forward to my life,
toys, teddy bears, snails,
and long fairy tales.
Where are we going mommy,
in a bath, on a bus ride or,
perhaps far away.
Where are we going being pushed at all force.
How funny it feels passing through doors,
people dressed in green
If they hurt you mommy just scream.
What's happening mommy,
I'm starting to cry,
Mommy come quickly,
they're making me die,
Killing me quickly,
Pulling me apart,
everything inside of me
even my heart,
Bye mommy, good-bye
But how I wanted to see
the grass, the trees,
hear a sweet song,
feel a sweet breeze.
I love You
I really do
I just wish you could love me too.