Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Abortion

Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now...
I so wanted to be your little girl.
I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I
began realizing my existance.
I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.
I saw I had fingers and toes.
I was pretty far along in my developing,
yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days,
I felt a special bonding between you and me.


Sometimes I heard you crying
and I cried with you.
Sometimes you would yell or scream,
then cry.
I heard Daddy yelling back.
I was sad,
and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much.


One day you cried almost all of the day.
I hurt for you.
I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.


That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean Monster came into that warm, comfortable place I
was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming,
but you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.


The monster got closer and closer
as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please! Mommy, help me."
Complete terror is all I felt.
I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started ripping my arms off.
It hurt so bad; the pain i can never explain.
It didn't stop.
Oh, how I begged it to stop.
I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain,
I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face
or hear you say how much you love me.


I wanted to make all your tears go away.
I had so many plans to make you happy.
Now I couldn't,
all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror,
I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.


I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.
No use now, for I was dying a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that
I love you before I was gone,
but I didn't know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them;
I was dead.
I felt myself rising.
I was being carried by a huge
angel into a big beautiful place.
I was still crying,
but the physical pain was gone.


The angel took me away to a wonderful place.
Then I was happy.
I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed
me.
He answered, "Abortion.
I am sorry, for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is,
I guess that's the name of the monster.


I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell
you how much I wanted
to be your little girl.
I tried very hard to live.
I wanted to live.
I had the will, but I couldn't;
the monster was too powerful.


It sucked my arms and legs off
and finally got all of me.
It was impossible to live.
I just wanted you to know I
tried to stay with you.
I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch
out for that abortion monster.


Mommy, I love you
and I would hate for you to go
through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful.

Love,
Your Baby Girl



To think that I had wanted to go through this.

Shame on you, Liza. Shame on you.

Pooped @ 3:01 PM