My tiny heart is beating
I've got fingers on my hand
God sent me down from heaven
For a life thats oh! so grand
My blood is circulating
All throughout my veins
I can think and I can wonder,
And I can even feel some pain
Sometimes I have dreams
When my mommy goes to sleep
I even have a brother that
I can't wait to meet
Today I heard them talking
They seem to all agree
I guess my mom and daddy
Are getting rid of me
I begged them not to do this
But they can't hear my screams
Oh God! please don't abort me
Please let me have my dreams!
Author notes
Hopelessness for our youngest innocence!
A contest entry
- for God sake... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended July 9, 2008, 11 entries
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Powerful, succinct, grand...good luck in the contest lots of love
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Awesome
Easy to understand
why you have 4 tinlids
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Amen I love this so much . I have talked with so many women about what they do not expect and that is going through the grieving process of losing the child they abort. and the tremendous amount of guilt they have to deal with. I am a registered Nurse. L/D for years I do not work in nursing any longer . you did such a beautiful job with this.What a woderful person. I read your page.
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your voice represents the baby..and this is the strength of this verse....I love this piece......thanks for sharing such a heartfelt piece....
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Very powerful and sad.. made me cry. I am a mom of 4. I can't imagine my life without them.
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