MAMA By Jo Nuvark (Written in 1992)
Mama ... Mama ... Don’t blame me for your blues.
I may be inconvenient, but it’s much too late to choose.
Listen with your heart, you’ll hear my still small voice.
Let me live I’ll be your life, your child not your choice.
Mama ... Mama ... Give me time to work my charms.
When you see my face, you’ll know the place for me is in your arms.
I’m not lonely just alone and looking forward to
The way you’ll hold me Mama just like God is holding you.
Like a summer breeze and the morning dove,
We were chosen for each other by the Lord of love.
Agreeing with each breath and sigh in unison,
We’re two hearts beating rhythm as a single drum.
Mama ... Mama ... I’m yours by God’s design.
Your custom composition, a clipping from His vine.
Eternally He’s known our names for such a time as this.
Fashioned for each other’s needs to cherish, love and bless.
Mama ... Mama ... If it’s hard to understand,
Just look at this from heaven, then you’ll see God’s hand.
Let my smile dance with yours. Let our songs be one voice.
Mama ... Oh Mama ... Please make me your choice.
Ouch. Very good!!!!
I was completely intimidated by the things that I saw, and just about overwhelmed by the incredible care facility, and the Doctors and Nurses who work there.
The folks who are advocates of abortion and other murderous procedures that ultimately give us a bunch of dead babies ought to be thrown in the klink when they maneuver to actually physically enhance their agendas.
Very moving, Jo. Thanks for sharing.
That’s beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
My husband’s grandmother had a Downs’ syndrome child. He was one of nine children, and I know he was a blessing and a burden to her. She wrote many a poem about her life with her son.
I always call “Downs babies” SPECIAL babies.....
My goodness, how beautiful! I wish a law were made that it must be memorized and recited by “patient” and doctor before any abortion.
When we get to the point where “defects” justify elimination, we are all in deep trouble.