Little One

Little one skipping through fields
of blue and gold.
Tears on a mother’s face;
motionless and cold.

Memories that could have been
taunt from the grave.
As the Saviour whispers
‘I came to save’.

Childish glee echoes
in a garden of dreams.
Where he cannot hear
his mother’s screams.

She longs for the day
she’ll finish the race.
And hold him in her
tender embrace.

She begs her Saviour,
‘please love him so…
and tell him I love him
I didn’t know’.

Little One

Janine Fynn

Cape Town, South Africa

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Artist's Description

I am a ‘pro-life’ believer and I was inspired to write this poem after the legalisation of abortion. I do not judge those who choose to go this route as the reality is that the clinics brainwash the mother’s into believing they are getting rid of a mass of cells and not a life. This poem is dedicated to all the children and the mother’s who have suffered from the deception and cruelty of abortion. This practice causes untold suffering and my hope is that my poem will challenge people to really think deeply about this practice.

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