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.
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