IN MEMORY OF:
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet--written by their mom, Amanda, who just sent this poem in an email to me in 2008 upon finding this blog.
Three baby boys, given to me
Kept in secret, Hidden from all
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet
Dear baby boy, you were the first
Michael Joseph, you were so small
Just four weeks, maybe five
I didn't know your daddy, but he knew me
He raped and left me scared
He came back just one month later
He took me to the clinic
He said I was his daughter
He told me not to tell
He said he'd kill my family
I was 17
Just a junior in high school
Dear baby boy, you were the first
Michael Joseph, you were trusted to me
They took you from me
On November 17th.
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet
Three baby boys, given to me
Kept in secret, Hidden from all
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet
Dear baby boy, you were the second
Jordy Joel JR., your daddy was my best friend
New Years Eve, he was drunk and high
He knew what he wanted, "no" wasn't an option
3 months later, I took the test
I knew was pregnant, but I had to check
I waited two more months
You had been with me 25 weeks
I took another test, just to check
It was positive again
I thought my life was wrecked
I found a clinic and drove myself there
I was confused, I was scared
I had made my decision
I didn't want my family to know
I had just turned 18, you didn't fit my plan
It was June 19, the day they ripped you away
The pain hurt so much, I didn't know what to do
I tried to take my life away
Your daddy killed himself when he found out you were gone
Dear baby boy, you were the second
Jordy Joel JR., I murdered you
Your daddy and your aunt, they left me too
If I could get you back, I would any day
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet
Three baby boys, given to me
Kept in secret, Hidden from all
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet
Dear baby boy, you are the third
Nameless and faceless, hidden from me
Dear baby boy, you have a heart beat
I know you're alive, dependent on me
The questions are whirling,
Confusion, concern, fright and much more
What do I do, where do I turn
God gave you to me, to protect and to love
Raped once more, yet I feel like a whore
I know that God loves you, and I want to also
I know my responsibility,
I wish I could make my decision with ease
I long to hold you, yet I know
I wouldn't be a good enough mom
I couldn't do it on my own
I wish God could tell me what to do
Dear baby boy, you are the third
On December 13th I will hold you in my arms
Dear baby boy, you have a heart beat
Dependent on me, and living you'll stay
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet
Three baby boys, given to me
Kept in secret, hidden from all
Three baby boys, so precious and sweet
Two mistakes made, Two baby boys gone
I can't get you back, but I must move on.
My dear baby boys, please forgive me
In Jesus' arms, I pray you sleep
Michael Joseph (killed by abortion on November 17th, 2005)
Jordy Joel (killed by abortion on June 19, 2006)
Collin James, with me you will live.
To learn more about these memorials to our children or family members lost to abortion, or to post one of your own (anonymously if you choose), please read this.
She has given me permission to blog a few more of her thoughts. Those will come later, after this thunderstorm passes so I don't risk frying my computer...!