The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 212 Poem by Flying Lemming

She met the guy of her dreams
He promised her the stars
Riches, holidays, romance
A safe home, two big cars
Soon she fell pregnant
Her dreams crashed around
He wouldn’t return her calls
He just couldn’t be found
Much tears and thinking later
Her life she has to plot
A decision that rips her apart
But is the only option she’s got
Outside the clinic pro-lifers
Stalk and shout at the door
They call her a sinner
And a hooker and a whore
It’s easy to judge others
When you’re not in their shoes
I hope that they never find
Themselves having to choose