Birthday: 06/19
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Abortion Is Wrong
Month One
Mommy,
Im only 4 inches long,
But I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your
heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy,
Today I learned how
to suck my thumb.
If you could see me,
you could definitely
tell that I'm a baby.
But I'm not big enough to
survive outside
my, home though.
It's nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what,
Mommy?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes
you happy.
I always want you to
be happy.
I don't like it when
you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad,too,
and I cry with you
even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy,
My hair is starting
to grow.
It is very short and
fine,
but I will have alot of
it.
I spend alot of my
time exercising.
I can turn my head
and curl my fingers
and toes
and stretch my arms
and legs.
I am becoming quite
good at it, too.
Month Five
Mommy,
You went to the
doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to
you.
He said that I'm not a
baby.
I am a baby,
Mommy... your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's
abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor
again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and
heatless.
Something is intruding
my home.
The doctor called it a
needle.
Mommy what is it? It
burns!
Please make him
stop!
I can't get away from
it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy,
I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about
abortion.
Why didn't you want
me, Mommy?
Every Abortion Is
Just...
One more heart that
was stopped.
Two more eyes that
will never see.
Two more arms that
will never touch.
Two more legs that
will never run.
One more mouth that
will never speak.
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