Posted on 06/08/2011 10:05:22 AM PDT by Jo Nuvark
"MAMA" (By Jo Nuvark) Psalm 47:4 and 139
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.
To my Freeper family with love.
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“MAMA” (By Jo Nuvark)
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.
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
Two hearts beating rhythm like a single drum.
Every breath we take is in unison.
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.
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. Make me your choice.
The true hallmark of a civilized society rests with the progressive liberals power to kill unworthy members of their own species especially when said target is unable to raise even a hand or a voice in their own defense. As a nation, we are sinking fast in many ways.
Agree.
It is said the most unsafe place for a child is in the womb.
We are a nation with blood on our hands.
I pray this song can save one child.
Powerful song.
The child must be their own advocate.
We are murderous, selfish cowards.
I Am—Victor Buono
March 3rd
As of now, I am.
I’m not very much, but even the smallest crumb of bread is still bread...whatever bread is.
Well, I may not be as big as a crumb, but I’m just as good as a crumb, and I’m as much me as a crumb is a crumb, so there!
I am!!
Now—what am I?
I’m.....sleepy.
March 10th
I’m a boy!! I mean, I’m gonna be. It’s all settled in advance because I’ve got 22 pair of ordinary chromosomes plus 1 “x” and a “y” chromosome and I like bugs...whatever bugs are. A lot of other things have already been decided in advance too. I’ll have myopic light blue eyes like my mother and I’ll be left- handed like my father and 6 feet 4 inches tall with big bones and big feet like my mother’s father and I’ll like music like my Uncle Jeff and I’ll be able to play the piano as well as anyone who’s 6-4, big footed, left-handed and myopic...and I’m going back to sleep.....
March 17th
You know, it’s funny....I know so much about me already and I don’t even know what my mother looks like. And she doesn’t even know I’m living here, under her heart...but she’s warm, I know...and soft...and kind to give cradle to an imperfect stranger and share with him her blood.
March 24th
My heart started beating all by itself and it scared the heck out of me! Gotta get used to it...it’s gonna go on for a long time.
April 14th
Bulletin!!! Oh, is that rabbit sick! Whatever a rabbit is....whatever sick is....but now my mother and father know! They’re probably working on names....”David”.....”David”.
May 5th
It’s very nice here. Warm always, and safe. On the other hand—I’ve got another hand now, too-—there’s nothing really to DO. When I was little, it was enough just to be....just to be. All I had was awareness—which is great!—but a foot’s fun too! What’s the good of having a perfectly good mouth without a puppy’s ear to put in it, or 10 whole fingers without an uncle’s eye to stick ‘em in? With all due respect Mom—I want out!! Or is it in? We can’t go on like this forever—I’m gonna be 6-4, remember? With light blue eyes....whatever blue is...whatever light is....I’m healthy and willing and ready to stand on my rights and if that’s not good enough, I’m able to kick!
May 19th
Today my mother killed me.
Oh God... please forgive us.
sobbing ...
can’t ...
stop ...
weeping...
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