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Cries of a Child by Tawanda Ray
"How good I feel so cozy and warm
Close to my Mommy's heart.
Ten weeks of gestation has given
My life such a wonderful start.
"It's great just floating so freely and light
In my Mommy's safe little place.
I'm learning now to suck my thumb
And do funny things with my face.
"I can frown, squint and pucker my brow
I am such a sight to see.
So many miracles have now taken place
To make such a wonderful me.
"Yes, Mommie and Daddy must really be proud
For the clever thing they have done.
I will surely make them happy with glee
On the day that I shall be born.
"At week 13, I can do many things
My movements are graceful and poised.
I'm beginning to favor my Mom and my Dad
And now I can tell I'm a boy.
"At four months of life, I'm a gymnist for sure
My somersaults are very fine.
My Mommie really knows I am here
For I'm tumbling now much of the time.
"At six months my hair is beginning to grow
A blond I think I will be.
Now I can hear my mommy's sweet voice
When she sings lullabys to me.
My eyes are now open, I can see all around
What a glorious creation am I.
I can hardly wait to enter the world
And begin my most wonderful life.
"But wait, something is terribly wrong!
I can't imagine what it can be.
Something's invading my safe little place
And it's making its way toward me.
"It's hurting me, I just don't understand
Oh mommy, the pain is so bad.
What's happening, I cannot comprehend,
It's destroying the hope that I had.
Great terror wrenches the little heart
As the intruder tears at his limbs.
The pain is indescribably bad
As his tiny life grows dim.
He tries to escape but there's no where to go
There is undefineable heat
His whole little body is burning with fire
His agony is now complete.
All hope is lost, his safe little place
Is now so empty and sad.
Destroyed is the precious little boy's life
And all the hope that he had.
The spirit of life is a precious gift
Only God our Father can give.
In His own image we are created in love
And blessed with our lives to live.
So now hear these little cries from beyond
And speak out against this strife.
Stand up for God, for kindness and love,
Stand up for hope and for life.

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