An Abominable Act
“These … things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: …
hands that shed innocent blood,”
There I see him
And every valuable limb
With hands so tiny,
Legs kicking wildly
The cutest little nose
Such lovable baby toes
And a heart beating rapidly.
He is thriving, so blithely.
He is a gift from my God.
As I watch him I am awed.
A precious little baby,
Yes that is right, a baby,
Not a tissue, but a baby.
He is my dear baby.
Though tiny and almost invisible,
He is full of life and perfectly novel.
Not only can I see him,
But I can hear his heart beat now.
He’s growing bigger every day
More quickly than I can even say.
He causes me to vomit frequently,
But this does not agitate me.
I am growing to love him more and more.
It is not just my body anymore.
He is such a part of me.
I cannot wait to meet my amazing baby.
What? What is this I hear?
What has entered into this mortal’s ear?
A so called “mother” wants to stop a birth?
She calls it a tissue of little worth!
What? I cannot understand why!
Oh! Such a thought makes me cry!
How could she approve of such actions?
Has she lost all of her motherly affections?
Does life really mean that little to her?
Why does she not give it to a loving mother?
Oh, woman! How can you allow such evil?
Oh! How could u do it? It is just awful!
Do you realize what it means to abort?
You are cutting a life very short!
Tears come to my eyes as I realize that you do not care,
Because you will still walk into that clinic of despair!
And you will agree to kill a work of Divine art!
Oh, woman! You have such a black heart!
Oh, I wish there was something I could do!
This is an act I wish people would eschew!
But it is done every day and everywhere.
Oh! It just is not fair!
They walk into the room of murder and death.
And begin an awful procedure to kill a baby’s breath.
And then they leave, not even feeling guilty about what they have done!
They have killed an innocent, helpless little one.
Copyrighted 2013 By Elizabeth Anne Claytor
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