From the Mail Bag
“I would like to share with you a poem that I recently wrote. Actually God gave this poem to me in the middle of a night when I was really struggling because of the abortion. After writing it in a matter of minutes, I was able to sleep. God let me know that my baby didn’t blame me for her death. God is so good!” – J.C.
Though I know it will never be, your sweet child face I’ll never see.
Your fate was sealed so long ago, I made the “choice” to let you go.
Now you’re with God and I am here, but one day we’ll meet and I’ll draw you near.
I’ll hold you close and hear you say, “Mama I love you … anyway.” — Jeanene Clarke
Published in The Post-Abortion Review 1(2) Spring 1993