An Unborn Child
by Tina M Clark
Sunday, June 01, 2003
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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This poem is for all the aborted children.
I'm a very small creation,
inside my mother's womb.
Unseen and unfelt as yet;
I am a living soul.
Soon my mother will know me,
She'll feel me as I grow.
One day soon She'll count, ten little fat finger's and toe's.
Some parent's will never know me,
for I will be destroyed,
ripped out and thrown away..........
like a useless broken toy.
But I have a lot to give them;
for I'm a brand new life.
For life is what Christ offered when he died upon that cross,
and Life he what he gave us when he arose from that grave,
But I cannot come back if you rip me away.
The hurt and pain is always's there,
for those tiny unborn soul's,
One of God's most precious gift's that we will never know!
© Tina Clark
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|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|Tinaaaaaaa- Aweeeeeeeeee-- I have < <tears>> streaming dowwwwn my eyes... I wanted to write of children not yet born- and the wording didn't seem write.. this was months ago- This was meant to said- and you SAID it well for them-! ; ) This rips and claws at my heart- I love my children so, and the one that almost came into the world 1 day- was taken from me- I still shed tears---- Wow, you write beautifully adn meaningfully--- and Honestly- I'm in a loss for words now.. the pict. is SOoo RAW- a life not yet born and shared.... your inspiring sadness in me, it's ok... it's meant to be-- at this time I guess- Only the lord knows this! WArmly,Sheee - Oh- T.. at the end, did you want to say- Never know? Just wondering ok.. it could be ever- but, when I type fast I miss letters too- till I scan over- This touched my soul|