A tiny heart stopped beating
a mother's agony . . .
"The Precious Gift" ne'er to draw breath
nor mother's eyes to see ~

No tender arms of mother
will hold "The Precious Gift" so fair . . .
count it's tiny toes & fingers
assuring they're all there ~

A mother's heart is broken
she'll shed a million tears . . .
remembering "The Precious Gift"
for years ~ and years ~ and years ~

Her thoughts will be a prison
an oft'~heard, quivering voice . . .
"OH, WHY DID I BELIEVE THEM
WHO CALL THEMSELVES 'PRO~CHOICE'? ~

Believe all those who told me
there'd be no price to pay . . .
OH, why did THEIR LIES persaude me
"THIS IS THE ONLY WAY" ~

"Don't worry, now ~ "it" has no soul
why, its body's bearly there . . .
you'll be better off without "it"
babes DO require much care" ~

"STOP!" I should have loudly screamed
my mother~heart grieves still . . .
OH ~ GOD, this torment never leaves
I GUESS IT NEVER WILL ~

"Please whisper gentle words of love
kiss my fair one, Lord, for me" . . .
Jesus hears her same prayer every
night and answers tenderly !!!

Mary Carter Mizrany
April 28, 2004
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