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I loved you. I still do. Did you feel me, When I moved within you? When I kicked and twitched my tiny feet, Flexed my small fingers, To the sounds of your heartbeat. I felt you. You were beautifully warm. I wish I could go. I wish I could return. To that moment when you told yourself, You didn’t want me anymore, Why did you stop wanting me? Why didn’t you care? All I wanted to do was love you, I wanted to bury my face in your hair. I never got to feel, The touch of your embrace. Mom, I never even got a chance to see your face. The one I dreamt of, All the time, Our hands clasped together, Yours holding mine. But now that is all gone. Now I am all gone. All there is that’s left of me, Is a small scar, Below your tummy. I hope it serves as a reminder too, Of me, The tiny life, That once was a part of You.
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sunny-t6
I wrote this poem to show that even though an unborn child, may not have a voice, it is a life nonetheless.Therefore, by aborting such a life, it is also killing the beautiful memories and mother-child connections that fetus, nor the mother will now never be able to experience.

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