On and on the words go making a decision over a life that didn't ask to be conceived. I am here. I am alive. Evrything I need is in place. I have genes, organs, etc. Sure I am not fully developed but I could soon be a miniature of you or my dad. If only you could hear me cry out "Wait. I'm the one losing it all. Must I die before even inhaling my first breath of outside air? If you abort me I'll never see the smile upon your face nor feel the moistened salt of yor tears against my cheek as I (now a child) attempt to comfort you in your sorrow. For me there will be no hugs, no anticipation of joy, no first love will I know. I will never age and be a cantankerous old man or woman or a kind one. The only anger I will know will be your destruction of me.

I will never feel sand between my toes nor the ebbing away of ocean water across my feet. I will never gigle over grass that tickles my toes as I walk barefoot upon it. No hills or mountains will challenge me, the sight of beautiful evrgreens or mighty Oaks will ever be a good memory. I will not see that deer in flight nor the upright bushy tail of a disturbed squirrel as he scolds you and me from his lofty branch.

There will be no frilly dresses or fancy perfumes, no guy overalls with the typical frog, rocks and maybe a snack in my pockets to give with such anticipation to you! I'll never swing at a baseball in a little league game to impress you. I will never be a homecoming queen nor be aware I could have been a President or First Lady. I will nevr feel the furry body of a puppy nor know its love and patience with a child.

For me there will be no dawn, no dusk, no first step. Nothing will be there for me.

Please mother~~think it over. I love you!

by Vickey Stamps