A Poem for Life: Heartbeat

My hope in the true victory of the Pro-Life movement is not in government policy, and certainly not in whoever sits in the oval office. My hope rests in the Spirit of God moving people to see the inherent goodness, beauty, and truth of treating human lives in the womb with the same seriousness as we ought to treat all human life, caring for each life, from conception to burial, as if it were made in the image of the living God. There is great beauty in our position, there is great horror in the destruction of what is beautiful.

Heartbeat

Bump.
Bump. Bump.
18 days and here it is
Bump.
Bump. Bump.
So small. So fragile. So wonderful.
This little pump
Bump.
Bump. Bump.
Crimson life with each new beat
My little life has planted its seat

Bump.
Bump. Bump.
Mommy are you starting to show?
Now the world can see me grow!
Bump.
Bump. Bump.
A little bigger each new day
A little more of me just saying “hey”
Bump. Bump.
Baby Bump.
One more selfie its okay
Tell them its me just saying “hey”

Thump.
Thump. Thump.
What a machine, do you hear it now!
Is that daddy, is he so proud?
Thump.
Thump. Thump.
You said its really funny
He called me his peanut inside your tummy
Thump.
Thump. Thump.
Mommy your skin is all covered in gel
Hearing mine makes your heart swell

Bump.
Bump. Bump.
A little more times gone by
Bump.
Bump. Bump.
Still it beats. Still it drums.
Bump.
Bump. Bump.

But now a, bump.
Bump. Bump.
Mom what’s going on?
Is there something wrong?

Bump.

I’ve felt you shout and heard him too
Is it because so much is new?

Bump.

Mom are you okay?
I felt a little funny the other day.

Bump.

I’m not sure what’s going on
But at least I know you’ll always be my mom

Bump.

This feeling, still it grows
What it is I just don’t know

Bump.
Bump. Bump.

No this can’t be right
This feeling I got today
There is simply no way

Still it’s there and it seems so clear
I must admit that I’m starting to fear

No. No. No! I won’t believe
For you supply me everyday

Bump.
Bump. Bump.

Mom?
Dad?
It’s me. Don’t you hear?

Bump.
Bump. Bump.

You’re my parents
Don’t you love me?
Why do I feel so alone in here?

Bump.

Mom, there is something we must discuss
It feels so odd, but I believe that I must

This body, is mine, not yours you see
Look at my hands
Look at my feet

This body is mine not yours you see
Just listen to my heartbeat

This body is mine not yours you see
No matter if you call me unhealthy

This body is mine not yours you see
Is this really so hard to convey?
Mom, I have my own DNA

This body is mine not yours you see
Of this I haven’t a doubt
I am the proof
Don’t take me out

This body is mine not yours you see
Mommy
Daddy
Don’t you hear my heartbeat?

Beep.
Beep. Beep.
Daddy it’s me
Your peanut, your mini-me
I’m strong, I’m tough
Don’t turn away
Daddy, Daddy
Please stay.

Beep.
Beep. Beep.
Mommy, it’s me
I’m me not you
Why am I the only one who thinks this true?
Mommy, Mommy
Please

Love me enough to see my heart
Love me enough to let it beat

 

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