Tuesday, August 12, 2008

To each her own

You’ve wanted a baby
And you’ve been trying
A newborn baby
You want to hear crying

Fertility doctors
You’ve gone to many
But nothing has worked
It’s cost you plenty

Another procedure
Your doctor chose
Inside you now
Your baby grows

But only six months
You’ve had to wait
The baby arrived
Before the due date

A premature baby
Who fits in your hand
Intensive care
This baby will land

You don’t want a baby
You’re hardly ready
You’re only sixteen
And not going steady

You were ashamed
To tell your mom
That you got pregnant
After the prom

As weeks pass by
It’s almost too late
To get an abortion
Before the due date

A premature baby
They’re keeping alive
A fetus they didn’t
Allow to survive

By, Randee Saber 6/08