My feet were crushed before they had a chance to greet the dawn.
My fingers now will never stretch to touch the winning tape;
My race was done before I learned the smallest steps to take.
My growing height will never be recorded on the wall;
My growth was stopped when I was still unseen and very small.
My lips and tongue will never taste the good fruits of the earth;
For I myself was judged to be a fruit of little worth.
My eyes will never scan the sky for my high-flying kite;
For when still blind, destroyed were they in the black womb of night.
I'll never stand upon a hill, Spring's winds in my hair;
Aborted winds of thought closed in on motherhood's despair.
I'll never walk the shores of life or know the tides of time;
For I was coming, but unloved, and that was my only crime.
I'll never hear my mother's voice for my ears were taken;
And what I cannot hear may be the thing I most fear.
Why mommy would you do this, for I was almost complete;
The doctor said, "this won't hurt," but why does it burn so bad?
For nameless am I, a grain of sand, one of the countless dead;
But the deed that made me ashen grey floats on seas of red.
I now see my Master's face as He said to me,
"Come My child with Me," to be loved and be free.
Now I live on for every day goes by;
I look down upon you and daddy and watch the roads you take.
I'll spread my wings and take flight into the unknown;
For I was never born and my stories are untold.
(Jade's mother was "abortion vunerable". You can read Sam's story on our
Personal Testimonies page.)They both are now very active in 365 Days 4 Life!