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I've got a son that never came
Mark Thouin
| 7/31/2001
| Mark Thouin
Posted on 03/01/2002 6:33:22 PM PST by Night Hides Not
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To: Sabertooth
Immediately after watching "We Were Soldiers", this was not the post to read.
However, I guess I couldn't not read it, since the ping came from you.
Thanks, and God Bless...
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posted on
03/01/2002 8:18:25 PM PST
by
HiJinx
To: Sabertooth
bttt
To: Sabertooth; Joe 6-pack
Beautiful poem. Thanks so much.
To: Sabertooth
Very nice, thanks.
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posted on
03/01/2002 8:47:51 PM PST
by
Dubya
To: Victoria Delsoul
Victoria,
Do you ever not take the time respond to a post? You are truly, one of the most courteous people I've ever known...
...I'll bet you even RSVP to wedding invitations, and such...
J6P
To: Sabertooth
Thanks ST ... resplendently poignant NHN ... thanks for sharing.
To: Joe 6-pack
LOL! Thanks Joe.
To: Night Hides Not
Thank you for posting poetry for the unborn babies...the argument for life is emotional, from the heart and from the soul...
...so the argument for abortion is emotionless, heartless and soulless...
To: Victoria Delsoul
Your victorious soul is truly that of a rose...
The Soul Of A Rose
- John William Waterhouse, 1908
To: Free the USA
Thats beautiful
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posted on
03/01/2002 10:09:24 PM PST
by
lil679
To: Lizavetta
, I noticed that they're not calling it abortion anymore.... it's a Voluntary Interruption of Pregnancy. Are your serious ...
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posted on
03/01/2002 10:18:39 PM PST
by
Mo1
To: Sabertooth
As a pregnant unwed teen ager, I was confronted by a college professor and an over zelot social worker to get an abortion. I mean, the social worker would show up at my door step at all hours of the day with her clip board, saying to me, "Just sign here. It doesn't hurt."
I couldn't get these people to leave me alone. So I quit college and went home to my parents. I faced the music and had my baby.
Today, I have 4 beautiful grand babies. I thank the Lord everyday, for them.
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posted on
03/02/2002 12:34:26 AM PST
by
Teacup
To: Sabertooth
Yes, that poem claws at my heart any time I see it.
My first wife was severely handicapped, and her Doc at that time insisted that merely getting pregnant might kill her; so I had myself "fixed."
There are "worlds within worlds" of that simple sentence- how wrong he was, how when he- who was a Urologist- learned he had bladder cancer ( which he cheerfully treated other people for... ) went home and carefully got in his tub & blew his brains out.....
Just suffice it to say I made my "choice," and now I live with it. My first wife? Twenty years ago yesterday I turned off the respirator that kept her alive after a stroke "blew her brains out" and held her while she died- and it took a long, long time for that tough little body to give up- even ruined, she fought like a tiger to hang on one last minute to life.
And yes, after what seemed like a thousand years in Hell, things got better, I remarried, life went on.... but I still... think back, and wonder what life would have been if I had made different, and better "choices"---
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posted on
03/02/2002 1:23:49 AM PST
by
backhoe
To: Sabertooth
Thanks for the ping, Saber, that was a very touching and thought-provoking poem.
The Irish/British comedian Spike Milligan died recently, but as well as being a comedian, he also wrote poetry. here's one he wrote in similar vein, which mercuria posted earlier on the 'Spike' thread:
UNTO US
by Spike Milligan
Somewhere at some time They committed themselves to me And so, I was! Small, but I WAS! Tiny, in shape Lusting to live I hung in my pulsing cave. Soon they knew of me My mother --my father. I had no say in my being I lived on trust And love Tho' I couldn't think Each part of me was saying A silent 'Wait for me I will bring you love!' I was taken Blind, naked, defenseless By the hand of one Whose good name Was graven on a brass plate in Wimpole Street, and dropped on the sterile floor of a foot operated plastic waste bucket. There was no Queens Counsel To take my brief. The cot I might have warmed Stood in Harrod's shop window. When my passing was told My father smiled. No grief filled my empty space. My death was celebrated With tickets to see Danny la Rue Who was pretending to be a woman Like my mother was.
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To: Night Hides Not; Snow Bunny; Alamo-Girl; Republican Wildcat; Howlin; Fred Mertz; onyx; SusanUSA...
I've got a son that never came
Wow!. . .
(((PING))))))
Please let me know if you want ON or OFF my ping list!. . .don't be shy.
To: Sabertooth; Night Hides Not
I'm not real big on poetry, but that is one powerful poem, IMHO. Thanks, guys!. . .
To: Night Hides Not
A lovely and tragic poem.
To: Night Hides Not
The last two lines still make me cry, even though I read this when it was first posted and know what's coming.
To: Night Hides Not
Beautiful, beautiful. ...and the tears can't seem to stop coming. How God can tolerate His little ones being so horribly murdered, I'll never know. His patience with us is beyond my comperhension.
To: EverOnward
Thanks to you all for your heartfelt replies...I don't have the words to respond adequately to all of you.
I meant to stay up Freeping last night, but my daughter just had to check her emails, so I told her '15 minutes, tops!'.
About that time, Nathan woke up for his 10:30 pit stop. After feeding and changing him, and marveling at this little miracle, Freeping came in a distant second.
I hope you all understand...
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