Motherhood - that feeling
comes to you with my birth.
When i tiny and helpless
Fall to your arms on the Earth.
But you decided to kill...
What Mummy then you will feel?
After that abdication...
After that abrogation...
I could see the sun and trees
I could run and pick the daffodils.
But you let them tear my body!
Why have you done that? Why Mummy?
The whole life you'll pray for absolution
But I'll be only your consciense.
And that poem is my last emotion
'Cause you decided to have an abortion...
