Posted on 03/01/2002 6:33:22 PM PST by Night Hides Not
I wrote a very strong poem some 27 years ago about a "son I never had". At the time my wife was pregnant with our first child and the Roe vs Wade and just come to its conclusion. I was going to be a father and was very excited. Just the thought of someone getting an abortion was beyond my comprehension!
The poem was found about 20 years later in the piano bench and my youngest son wrote a song to it. He sang it several times in church and you could hear a pin drop when he was finished. I even had a lady come up to me and with a "I'll slap you in the face" look and tell me how sad the song was and that it didn't belong in church.
My wife and I have three beautiful children and we just became grandma and grandpa this past July 4th. We never once thought of abortion as an alternative. Starting from conception...we have loved them all every day of there lives! I was asked to post the poem...so here goes.
I've got a son that never came.
One that flew kites and arrow-planes.
One that danced in the springtime rains.
Don't know why or who's to blame.
But I've got a son that never came.
Bullfrogs and butterflies he'll never see.
He'll stroll through an open field, but not with me.
There was a time his heart beat strong.
It beat with rhythm as in a song.
And to me his love belonged.
Don't know why or what went wrong.
But there was a time his heart beat strong.
It's left in my mind and my heart will tease.
There's no love in my life for my son and me.
Before I had a chance to fight.
They took my son up a flight.
To a room to take his life.
Don't know why I had no rights.
Before I had a chance to fight.
Then five months early they stole him from his womb.
Laid him in a corner and watched him die in his tomb.
But for one split second I thought I heard him cry...
"I'm gonna have to leave you now. I love you Dad. Goodbye."
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
...so the argument for abortion is emotionless, heartless and soulless...
Are your serious ...
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"---
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:
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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. |
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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