Skyward gazing, bough swept clouds
Windward wishing, reason aloud
Ponder, mournful, wistful arms
Yearn to reach, help, and warn.
Choices, slogans shouted high
Banners, anger on both sides
Wrestling conscience, wayward blows
“Chooses” women, secretly knows
“Potential” life is incorrect
Life exists, circumspect
Mother-to-be, labelled wrong
Mother is she, all along
Cradled life, womb- wrapped peace
Then one heart stilled, a small life ceased
Taken once, no returning
Empty silence, endless yearning
Problem solved or regrets compound?
Empty arms, tear stained ground.
YET
Mothers found who chooses strong
Hard, yes, worth it all along
OR
Unbridled joy, four empty hands
Receive her child and love expands
Her eyes, his smile, hearts alight
If her arms or theirs, a world delights
In songs composed, passionate art
Bridges built, mended hearts
Wisely choose for life denied
Splits parallel paths, one paved in lies
Listen well, truth is not loud
You will not hear it in the crowd
Choices made can’t be undone
Be strong, young mother, for the one.
This Eternal Journey 