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From the Mail Bag
"I would like to share with you a poem that I recently wrote. Actually
God gave this poem to me in the middle of a night when I was really struggling
because of the abortion. After writing it in a matter of minutes, I was
able to sleep. God let me know that my baby didn't blame me for her death.
God is so good!"
- J.C.
Anguish of an Aborted Mother
I long to hold you
in my arms,
to see your precious
baby charms.
Though I know
it will never be,
your sweet child face
I'll never see.
Your fate was sealed
so long ago,
I made the "choice"
to let you go.
Now you're with God
and I am here,
but one day we'll meet
and I'll draw you near.
I'll hold you close
and hear you say,
"Mama I love you ...
anyway."
-- Jeanene Clarke
Published in The PostAbortion Review 1(2) Spring 1993
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