Unheard Voice
I don’t know much, Mommy.
I’m only four weeks old.
But I already have two layers of cells.
They keep me from getting cold.
It’s been eight weeks and I’m getting bigger.
What are these things I have, are they my fingers?
I get so excited when I hear you say, ‘Hi’.
Your voice to me is the greatest lullaby.
It’s been another eight weeks since I’ve heard your voice.
But, I did hear a doctor.
He said something about choice.
Four months Mommy, I’ve gotten so scared.
I’m starting to wonder, Mommy, if you really cared.
You cried last night, it made me feel bad.
I know the feeling of tears, they make me sad.
The very next morning we got up early.
We got in the car, Why such a hurry?
The next thing I knew, a big needle, it hit me.
My skin, it started burning, What is this feeling?
I’m okay now, Mommy.
This man named Jesus, he called me.
He told me what happened.
And it made me sad.
I don’t know what to say after what he told me.
But, I want you to know,
I still love you, Mommy.
I don’t know much, Mommy.
I’m only four weeks old.
But I already have two layers of cells.
They keep me from getting cold.
It’s been eight weeks and I’m getting bigger.
What are these things I have, are they my fingers?
I get so excited when I hear you say, ‘Hi’.
Your voice to me is the greatest lullaby.
It’s been another eight weeks since I’ve heard your voice.
But, I did hear a doctor.
He said something about choice.
Four months Mommy, I’ve gotten so scared.
I’m starting to wonder, Mommy, if you really cared.
You cried last night, it made me feel bad.
I know the feeling of tears, they make me sad.
The very next morning we got up early.
We got in the car, Why such a hurry?
The next thing I knew, a big needle, it hit me.
My skin, it started burning, What is this feeling?
I’m okay now, Mommy.
This man named Jesus, he called me.
He told me what happened.
And it made me sad.
I don’t know what to say after what he told me.
But, I want you to know,
I still love you, Mommy.
It's too bad that those who choose abortion, cannot hear their baby talk as the one in this poem. Maybe if they could, there would not be so many needless abortions in the world.