Mommy keep me safe,
Mommy keep me warm,
Handle me with all your love,
Mommy keep me from harm.
I'm only six weeks old today,
This birthday gift to me,
A pair of bright blue eyes,
That someday you will see.
I've barely got ears,
A little puppy nose,
and at the end of my feet,
Little things called toes.
Looking forward to my life,
toys, teddy bears, snails,
and long fairy tales.
Where are we going mommy,
in a bath, on a bus ride or,
perhaps far away.
Where are we going being pushed
at all force.
How funny it feels passing through
doors,
people dressed in green,
if they hurt you mommy just scream.
What's happening mommy,
I'm starting to cry,
Mommy come quickly,
they're making me die,
Killing me slowly,
Pulling me apart,
everything inside of me
even my heart,
Bye mommy, good-bye
But how I wanted to see
the grass, the trees,
hear a sweet song,
feel a sweet breeze.
Bye mommy
good-bye
I love you
I really do
.
.
.
.
I just wish you could have loved me too.
They say, "be pro-choice" well, I say you have a choice.
Below are two pictures, they will show the results of the choice you make concerning the life of your baby:
This is what your baby will look like thirty days after he or she is born, if you choose to let him life.
Below is what your baby will look like if you choose to have him or her aborted.
As the mom, it is your choice:
The abortionist makes a lot of money off of your dead baby, it sells the parts of your baby piece by piece, here is a not to graphic idea of what is done to your baby. Keep in mind, the baby was yours, it is you that will be haunted by what you have done to your baby till the day you die, but, the profits are the abortionist. Vaccines made from your aborted baby, and then forced on children.