A poem.

[rona_dolvi]

Three years ago this week I did what I see as life changing.

I had an abortion.

The story behind it isn't one I wish to share, it was a bad time in my life, yet this experience has opened my eyes, as well as haunted me.


So, my son, I write this for you.

You are too perfect for this world,
my child
So close your eyes,
return to heaven,
this world is not ready for you,
you are too perfect for this world.

They will not know of your honey eyes
the wind will not blow through
red locks of hair,
the world is not ready for you,
you are too perfect for this world.

You will not laugh,
you will not giggle,
you will not open presents,
or play in the sun.
The world is not ready for you.

You will feel no pain,
you will not feel hunger.
You are spared from hatred,
you won't feel cold,
or fear, or suffer.
This world is not ready for you.

You, my child, were too perfect for this world
and so, we sent you back to heaven,
as much as it hurts
I know that I will see you again
when the world is ready for you
and when you are ready for this world.