Please accept my apologies,
for what would have been,
would you have been a little angel?
or an angel of sin?
Tough little boy,
hanging with all the guys,
what a tough beautiful boy,
with little brown eyes.
I paid for the murder before they determined the sex,
so choosing you life over our life,
meant your death,
and you didn't even get a chance to even open your eyes,
sometimes i wonder if it weren't for a feotus,
if you'd fought for your life?
And then i look at you little brother,
maybe it's really you,
maybe your forgiving us knowing we was confused.
Maybe when he smiles,
it's you proud,
knowing that your father is doing the right thing now?
I think about your skin tone,
the shape of your nose,
the way you would've taled fast and slow..
i think about you all the time,
and what would have been,
so i picked up a pen...
HAPPY BIRYHDAY, i love you,
whoever you would have been.... xxxxxx
What a touching poem. I have been on both sides of your experience. I thank God for the second chance I had. His name is Christopher. He is 28 and loves me like yours does through Him. He/she loves you and was never lost. Just to this world, not to you. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
......BEAUTIFUL! ! abortion is a very touching subject, and this is absolutly the STRONGEST poem i have read so far, and this was a true experience, then baby girl, i am SO sorry, and this is astonishing.. x3, mill