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Baby Girl says......

Discussion in 'Snippets of Life (Non-Fiction)' started by sellakili, Dec 21, 2007.

  1. sellakili

    sellakili Senior IL'ite

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    Dear Mommy,
    I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap.



    He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.


    I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.


    I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.


    I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes.


    I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.


    I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.


    Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.


    Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.


    I heard Daddy yelling back.


    I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.


    I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day.


    I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.


    That same day, the most horrible thing happened.


    A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.


    I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.


    Maybe you never heard me.


    The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,


    "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."


    Complete terror is all I felt.


    I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.


    Then the monster started ripping my arms off.


    It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.


    It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.


    I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.


    Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.


    I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.


    I wanted to make all your tears go away.


    I had so many plans to make you happy.


    Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.


    Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.


    I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.


    No use now, for I was dying a painful death.


    I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.


    I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.

    And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.
    I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place.


    I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.


    The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.


    He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion.


    I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."


    I don't know what abortion is;


    I guess that's the name of the monster.


    I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.


    I tried very hard to live.


    I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful.


    It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live.


    I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.


    I didn't want to die.


    Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.


    Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.

    Please be careful.
    Love,



    Your Baby Girl
     
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  2. RamyaVaradharajan

    RamyaVaradharajan Bronze IL'ite

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    Dear Sellakili;

    Phrases of appreciation are pouring out in the form of tears. The awareness that you have created is the first step that you have achieved. Very boldly and neatly written. There is so much of connectivity that exists between the lines that it attracts reader's attention to the maximum.

    "The voice of the unborn" will be my tag for your neatly sketched poem!! The situation that creeps into an "abortion stage" should be weeded out at the root itself. How can a mother go in for abortion when she herself is the creator next to God?? What runs in the mother's mind when she goes through the pain herself?? Is she answerable to her own self?? or to the surrounding at large?? Is it the pressure from her peers that forces her to take up this blind alley?? A thought provoking situation you have led me to! Hats off to you Sellakili :hatsoff.

    Keep it up and i hope it gains due recognition and respect. Congrats in advance.

    Regards
    RamyaVaradharajan

     
  3. Shanvy

    Shanvy IL Hall of Fame

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    hi chella,

    REally a great timely one....

    the baby girl says....

    Give me a chance mom,
    i will show you what all,
    i can do better than a son,
    what if your mom did the same...
    we would not be discussing this here.shakeheadshakehead
     
  4. CharuKaur

    CharuKaur Senior IL'ite

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    Dear sellakili

    A very touching post! i could feel the pangs of the baby and the death of innocent love in your words. Kudos to your narration dear friend. :hatsoff
    As i said in a post of mine... ladies need a clap simply for being one!

    Love
    Charu..
     
  5. sellakili

    sellakili Senior IL'ite

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    Dear ILs

    Thanks for ur replies and thoughts.... This poem was not written by me.... All your credits goes to who has written it.... it was so touching... so i posted...:hatsoffhats off to the writer.......

    it kindles our thought.... so touching.....

    thanks
    chella
     

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