Diary of an Unborn Child

March 28: Today my life began. My parents don't know it yet. I am smaller than the seed of an apple. But already, I am I. And unformed as I am right now, I am going to be a girl.

April 12: I have grown a little, but I am still too small to do anything by myself. Mother does just about everything for me. And what is so funny is that she does not even know that she is carrying me here, right under her heart.

April 17: My mouth is just forming now. Just think, in a year or so I will be laughing. Later I will be able to speak. My first word will be, "Mother." Who says I'm not a person yet? I am, just as the tiniest crumb of bread is still truly bread.

April 22: My heart began to beat today. From now on it will gently beat all the rest of my life. Then, after many years, it will tire and stop, and I shall die. But now I am at the beginning - not the ending.

April 29: Every day I grow a bit. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But, I will have to wait a long time before my legs will carry me running to my mother's arms and before my arms can embrace my daddy.

May 14: Now tiny fingers are beginning to form. Strange how small they are, but how wonderful they will be. They will pet a puppy, throw a ball and touch another hand. They may even play a violin or paint a picture one day.

May 23: Today the doctor told mother I am living under her heart. They may expect a boy, but I am a little girl. I want to be called Dominique.

June 3: My face is completely formed. I hope I look like mother. Soon my eyes will see the sunshine, the flowers, the sea and the mountains.

June 10: Mother, I can hear your heart beating. You will have a healthy little daughter. I can hardly wait to touch your face and look into your eyes. Mother, why did you let them stop my life? We would have been so happy!


Abortion kills a living, growing human being. Today in America, over 4,400 little human beings are being killed every day. If abortion is a matter of "choice", what choice does the baby have?

- Source unknown -

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

to whoever wrote this....This poem touches my heart and rip's it apart at the same time...I am a woman who doe's NOT believe in abortion's..I just wanted to say that you wrote a Very Nice Poem...
Redeyes_692000

MommyBa said...

Abortion is never an option and I stand firmly by it.

Thanks for sharing this one. I just hope that people will start being responsible for their actions.

GreenEyedExtrovert said...

When I was in 7th grade, I performed this poem (Mark Fox's version) at Christian school competitions and then on for years at churches. I am now 38years old and I gotta say, I had no idea at the time and being so young the enormous impact this poem had and still has on people. It paints a HUMAN picture that anyone who hears sees in their own minds. I remember when I would get to the end of the poem where the abortion happens and the unborn child is confused and doesn't understand why it happened. That, too, painted a very HUMAN picture for the listeners and as I scanned the audience, I never saw someone uneffected. Abortion is one of the hardest topics to speak on without being offensive to someone, but the consequences never change. Before a woman of ANY age were to select this as her option, I would pray that she would stumble onto this poem and realize that she once was in the womb, maybe her hopes and dreams started there as the poem reads....and her mom didn't dash them by abortion. Maybe it would cause a pause and then a better choice, even though choosing life would be hard....I promise that choosing to abort leaves scars that are nearly impossible to overcome.....
Sincerely,
Angela Z.