I have to take a blog break until next week. In the meantime, this poem was sent to me.
The woman who wrote it asked the doctor,
during the procedure, what would happen to her baby and he replied:
" 'Your preganacy' will be sent to the hospital and be incinerated with the
Am I contaminated waste?
In a garbage dump he hung
Arms outstretched, nailed to a cross
Soon to be dead
And his loved ones had no plans to bury him
Only the expectation that wild animals would devour his body
What words can describe the human degradation?
Who can cover such pain?
My God, My God. Why have you forsaken me?
He cries out
What else could he say?
On a table I lay
Legs outstretched, braced at the knees
Contaminated waste , he said
The nurse had called him a doctor
The pregnancy will be sent to the hospital,
And incinerated with the contaminated waste ,
This was his sentence.
I imagined myself sent to the hospital to be incinerated with the contaminated
How will I fit , I asked myself
What does he mean by pregnancy?
My baby was going to be incinerated with the contaminated waste
What is going to happen to the baby? I had asked him
But I really wanted the baby , I cried
More sobbing tears
My husband was sobbing with me
Soon my baby was dead
Dead without a funeral
The man who died outstretched in a garbage dump
Was not annihilated
He is now at the right hand of God
And God knows how I feel
God has adopted me as his daughter
My baby is a child of God
I am a child of God
God has forgiven my sins and cleansed me of all unrighteousness
I am clean
I am a child of God and my baby is with God