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                                            Pastor Debbie

       I Will Never Know My Mother

I will never know what my mother looks like, nor will I ever be able

to hold her hand, see her smile, or even hear her cry.

For I am here waiting to be born and wanting to live,

But the choice has already been made for me, now I wait to die.

I do not have a mom that will help me along life's hard road.

Instead I was silenced, my pleas, my cries, went unheard, and untold.

For there was no one who stood up for me to become my voice,

I was left with an unwanted choice.

My Lord, please forgive my mom for this hard road,

For I wanted to let the world know how much I wanted

to live but I was unheard and silenced with my story untold.

Mother, can you explain to me?

Why but why did I have to die, did you not want me?

Did you not love me?

Was I a mistake, an unwanted baby?

Was this the case? Maybe?

Why didn't you give me up for adoption,

That would of been the loving option.

Instead, you just left here to die a horrible death,

leaving me with no option.

How abandoned I felt, when I knew I was headed for doom,

There was nothing I could do as they pulled me this way

and that way as they pulled me from your womb.

When they pulled me out I was dead,

Mommy you didn't even raise your head.

I never got to see my mom, not one chance,

Not one glance.

For my mommy decided that I would die,

Why, mommie why did I have to die?

What about my choice?-Did I not have the right to be born,

or was I like a Thorn?

Do you even think about me?

Or is yourself all you see?

Did you feel any guilt, any remorse, or regret,

Mommy, I love you and forgive you.

So please don't fret.

I just want you to know, that I still love you so.

Yet maybe someday, in heaven;

my mother, my mommy,

I shall get to know.

Author: Rev. Deborah C. Mischenko

A Day That.....

Could and Should have Occurred, If I was Born

My mother aborted me!

for no reason I could see..

Only if she kept me.or adopted me out,

I would have not had to die this horrible death

where no-one heard my plea, not one shout.

Together we could have grown, as child and mother

sharing precious memories and our love for each other.

Everyday enjoying each others joys and pains.

Yet instead, a grave for me is all that remains.

Reach out, seek out the whole truth about abortion!

Abortion robs, kills and destroyes not only our babies

but our families and self esteem.

Please help stop abortion, come join our team.

Author: Rev. Deborah C. Mischenko