There isn’t time to change her mind
They told my mother lies,
Restricted by these clamps that bind
I hear her inward cries.
There isn’t room to shift and squirm
Please take that thing away,
I was made to grow full-term
My hope you did betray.
Before I formed you in the womb,
I knew you…
There isn’t time to understand
No time to move aside,
Save me from this glove-swathed hand
I need a place to hide.
There’s no time to shun the tomb
This fear has taken hold,
My heart beats strong within her womb
I’ve never felt so cold.
I will never leave nor forsake you,
Don’t be afraid…
There isn’t time to know my name
My face she will not see,
All I feel is my mother’s shame
My life will never be.
There isn’t even time to cry
All I can do is pray,
No! I do not want to die
Please just go away.
When you walk through the valley,
Fear no evil…
There isn’t time to hug you, Mum
Or look upon your face,
Listen to you sing or hum
And know your true embrace.
I’ll never walk upon the earth
It’s time to say goodbye,
This wasn’t meant to be my birth
Mother…it’s time for me to die.
I have called you by name,
Take my hand…
© Chrissy Siggee
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Riverside Peace 
Oh oh, so poignant, so beautiful, so heartbreaking.
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Thank you
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“In the womb before the day star, I begot thee.”
It is my hopes that all the unborn martyrs of abortion are now in the bosom of our Blessed Virgin Mother, praying for their murderers.
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The poem was thoughful and beautifully written, and abortions would and should not be necessary IF there was real help in place for a Mother to be. Real help with contracecptives, and monitary help after the birth. And real punishment for rape.! Most of all the blame for getting pregnant is a two way street and men must take true responsibility for random sperm spreading!
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Chrissy I have no words for this poem as it strikes so deeply at my roots. It is a poem that needed to be written. For some reason i got unsubscribed from your blog. Apparently it is happening a lot now, according to many other bloggers. I wondered why I was not getting notifications from your blog. i have just subscribed again. ❤️
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It was difficult poem to write. Yes, I need to go into my subscriber box regularly to re tick boxes. I guess it keeps up on our toes. Easier for some. Not so easy for others.
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Heart wrenching yet beautiful ❤️
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🙂
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From a perspective rarely viewed–of the baby. Praise God for this intimate portrait of a moment of life and death and God still being there in the midst!
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So very sensitive
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Yes. Thanks Derrick.
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Wow! Powerful!
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Thanks, Valerie. 🙂
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Excellent. Thank you.
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Heart breaking. :*(
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Excellent. Truth.
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Excellent:*(
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One not so easy to write.
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Very sobering poem
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This makes me want to cry. How anyone can kill a baby is beyond my comprehension.
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