Cries in the Cold Rain…

There was no warm blanket
No warm and loving hands to hold
No soothing voice
Her cries almost blocked her lungs
She was breathless, so cold

It was a wet day, no shelter
Her mother hurriedly dropped her in a dark corner
the rain continued to pour on
There she lay on a cold hard ground in the dirt

She cried even louder still stained with blood from the womb
Suddenly a shadow stood over her, a rough trembling hand picked her up

A warm cloth, not a blanket wrapped around her
This hand held her tightly to her chest and for the first time she felt the flesh of another human
A good Samaritan found her

Instead of giving birth to a baby that you will throw away use a condom.
Instead of snuffing out life from such innocence use a contraceptive pill.

Instead of dumping your baby give him/her up for adoption. Someone out there is willing to love and nurture that child. 

This poem is dedicated to all babies dumped in unthinkable places after being delivered by mothers who were not prepared and never wanted them.

Photo Credit: Original picture from Flicker

Adebisi Adetunji(C)

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14 thoughts on “Cries in the Cold Rain…

    • It beats my imagination too Jackie. I mean just look at the options you just listed – give away the baby for adoption, practice safe sex… If only such people will just stop and think!

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