A poem written after doctors encouraged me to abort my daughter Naomi because of her sever medical condition.
My daughter,
Such sweet cheeks of fluff,
And toes that softly wiggle,
How could a mother stop a life,
And never hear a giggle?
My daughter,
When you were so small,
And warm inside my womb,
How could a mother stop a life,
And make herself a tomb?
My daughter,
Doctors asked if I,
Would take your life away,
How could a mother stop a life,
And live another day?
My daughter,
Special you were born,
And though you take much care,
How could a mother stop a life,
And never see you there?
My daughter,
Such sweet cheeks of fluff,
And toes that softly wiggle,
How could a mother stop a life,
And never hear a giggle?
My daughter,
When you were so small,
And warm inside my womb,
How could a mother stop a life,
And make herself a tomb?
My daughter,
Doctors asked if I,
Would take your life away,
How could a mother stop a life,
And live another day?
My daughter,
Special you were born,
And though you take much care,
How could a mother stop a life,
And never see you there?
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