These poems were written by mothers and other family relations to the aborted babies
What can I tell you after the dust of these years? Which words will I find within me I will seek His face… I will search within me… Umbilical Cord That is still waiting… since I never said “goodbye” Cruel and merciless hand And the hand is mine Your mother’s
In the silence of death Where a cry was not heard A voice of a child arose As if from a far far land The voice grew deeper Sinking into me with all its volume When this voice found me it Began to become real Full of joy Laughing bells
Broken pieces of children Who will hear their cry? Amongst the discarded rubbish lie Our arms, our legs. Our bits of head. Please hear our silent cry. I did not ask to be conceived, But I was God’s gift to you, I wanted to be held by a mother, A
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