Society Poem: Now We’ll Never Know, by Deborah Johnson

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Look into these precious eyes and tell me she doesn’t feel anything? Look into these eyes and tell me that her life doesn’t count? Look upon her face, her hair, her eyes, her skin and tell me she wasn’t in the womb, beautifully and wonderfully made? How many must cry out for the lives of those aborted before someone listens to their tears? “A Mother’s Heart Denied ” I wrote about the aching of the heart of a childless woman.  This poem approaches these precious little lives from a different perspective. ‘Mother who acted on her “CHOICE”:’

When I found out you were in fact  for real

Not letting myself believe, dream or feel.

There was no time in my scheduled life for a child,

For being  a…