Shall
God give me to you and you not care? Shall I live as close as I do to you and
you not care? Shall I depend completely, absolutely, faithfully on you and you
not care? Shall I adore you, grow with you, and feel your warmth and you not care?
I know you better than you know yourself yet you consider this not.
You
have provided a home, yet your house is empty. You have provided comfort, yet
you hurt. You have fed me, but you are hungry. Your warmth has enveloped me, yet
you are cold. You have provided me safety, yet you are not secure.
My
beating heart aches for you. My hands feel you. My feet will walk with you whatever
roads you take. My eyes behold your beauty. My ears hear your sadness and your
song of hope. My soul and spirit are part of you and we are one.
I
hear your thoughts though you speak them not. I know your heart beyond its beats.
I share your pain and anguish in your moments of doubt. I understand how you hurt.
Is
love not worth not giving up? It only takes one to love and two to share if only
it could be. Is our love not worth more time? Can it be that love cut short is
love not known? Can you know my love but not know me? My love for you is true,
innocent, patient and waiting.
Will
you give it more time? Will you consider me in all your ways? Will you give us
a chance? Will you think upon the times we have not yet shared? Will you?
God says that I'm fearfully and wonderfully made---momma.
Is this not enough for you to want me? Why is it a choice-momma? Why is it a right
not to want me- momma? Why am I an inconvenience- momma? I love you- momma.
Momma-
I want to live to feel your touch- I want to live so I can feel your warmth as
you hold me closely. I want to feel your kisses and assurances and hear you sing
sweet lullaby's as you lay me down to sleep. I want to gurgle and giggle and roll
on the floor with you momma-
Momma-
I'm alive in you, I'm not a fetus or a tissue, I'm you- momma and I'm waiting
in love and I hope I will see you soon-
Momma-
Where's daddy?
(Note:
As you can guess I'm Pro-Life. But at one time in all my ignorance and stupidity
I wasn't. I even helped pay for an abortion for another family member many years
ago. My maternal grandmother, bled to death at the age of 26 in 1929 at the hands
of an abortionist thus killing her child and herself in the process and leaving
3 small children motherless. In 1980 I asked my wife to abort our now 29 year
old daughter Melissa. She never gave that a thought and it's a miracle she still
loves me. God is greater than my ignorance and stupidity and for that I'm grateful.)
