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Array ( [sid] => 34828 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Do you... [time] => 2004-02-13 02:35:31 [hometext] => please comment [bodytext] => When you see a mother with a newborn child,do you think of me?
When you're in the park and you see a toddler taking her first tottering steps
or learning to say "mama" in her adoring baby voice,do you think of me?
When you're walking down your street and you see a little boy who has fallen off his bike
and run to his mother to be comforted,do you think of me?
When you're at the mall and you see a group of teenage girls shopping and having fun,
do you think of me?Do you ever stop and think that i could have been just like any of
those children had you chosen to let me live?Having fun,enjoying life and living it to the fullest like children should, just like they are. I will never know
what it means to be loved.I will never be able to laugh and play with my friends.I
will never go to the movies.I will never be kissed or hugged.I will never learn to
ride a bike throw a baseball go to dance class or even go to school.I will never
have a pet or even be able to have dreams and goals.Because you chose to have an abortion,
I wasn't important enough to you to let me live.You aborted me,me,the baby you had never
even met,and now will never meet.Even if you were too young,why didn't you give another
family the chance to know the joy of having a baby,a family that wanted to have
their own children but couldn't.Even though you didn't love me,I loved you.Do you think of me?







[comments] => 2 [counter] => 263 [topic] => 41 [informant] => sapphire2589 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
Do you...

Contributed by sapphire2589 on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 02:35:31 AM in AEST
Topic: political



When you see a mother with a newborn child,do you think of me?
When you're in the park and you see a toddler taking her first tottering steps
or learning to say "mama" in her adoring baby voice,do you think of me?
When you're walking down your street and you see a little boy who has fallen off his bike
and run to his mother to be comforted,do you think of me?
When you're at the mall and you see a group of teenage girls shopping and having fun,
do you think of me?Do you ever stop and think that i could have been just like any of
those children had you chosen to let me live?Having fun,enjoying life and living it to the fullest like children should, just like they are. I will never know
what it means to be loved.I will never be able to laugh and play with my friends.I
will never go to the movies.I will never be kissed or hugged.I will never learn to
ride a bike throw a baseball go to dance class or even go to school.I will never
have a pet or even be able to have dreams and goals.Because you chose to have an abortion,
I wasn't important enough to you to let me live.You aborted me,me,the baby you had never
even met,and now will never meet.Even if you were too young,why didn't you give another
family the chance to know the joy of having a baby,a family that wanted to have
their own children but couldn't.Even though you didn't love me,I loved you.Do you think of me?











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Re: Do you... (User Rating: 1 )
by CountryGirl on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 08:47:55 AM AEST
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WOW! Great write and so true for the subject.


Re: Do you... (User Rating: 1 )
by arden on Friday, 13th February 2004 @ 02:59:22 PM AEST
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whoa, that was really sad. great write, it touched me.

Arden




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