 |


- I Still Miss My Mother's Day by Karla With a K
- I'm pro life now that I know the pain of the other.
Why give me a choice, when I don't have a voice and don't know the meaning of being a mother? I still miss my Mother's Day. Give me a thoughtful man who will accept his responsibility who cares enough to plan; and not just lay down with me.
I pray for a man who will honor and marry me, not fearfully resign and passively support flushing our baby, 'cause I still miss my Mother's Day.
Many of us wanted to be mothers, the ones who carried the seed buried deep within, but we gave in To the needs of others was it a whim?
To protect the living-- Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers to be, society?
We maintain appearances, don't go past three; the last month to mask the shame deny the blame, erase the name of the child that was meant to be. I still miss my Mother's Day.
Not knowing how to challenge the abuse to my soul, so many, many years ago... or yesterday, Still needing to be made whole.
Decades from abortion, seem like one minute ago.
Back then, how would I know that I'd feel ever empty where life used to be... ever seeking to fill the hole that love did not see.
Today, at 50, I'm... Asking, Seeking, Knocking on the door of forgiveness Accepting the key that frees me but still I miss my Mother's Day.
Being robbed of my future and my history, robbed of the truth of our plight, later learning that extermination was the plan I had to fight!
Yes, I played right into the genocidal "Planned Parenthood"; Supposedly, for my good.
Today, I have a voice and can make an informed choice. Abortion ain't no good so be careful in the Planned Parent 'hood, ' cause I still miss my Mother's Day.
poem inspired by God, written by Karla With a K, 2008
|
No comments:
Post a Comment