We must always pray for those poor children who are killed everyday by those
who don't understand God creates children and God will solve whatever
problems which exist which cause these poor women to kill their offspring.
Today My Mother Killed Me


TODAY MY MOTHER KILLED ME

October 5 Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet. I am as small
as the seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall
have blonde hair and azure eyes. Just about everything is settled though.
Even the fact that I shall love flowers.

October 19 I have grown a little, but I am still too small to do anything by
myself. My mother does just about everything for me. And what is odd - she
still doesn't know that she is carrying me under her heart, and that she is
helping me already, that she is even feeding me with her own blood. She is
so good.

They say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I
am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is truly bread. She is so
good.

October 23 My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or
so I shall be laughing, and later talking. I know that my first word will
be - mummy!

October 25 My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall
gently beat for the rest of my life, without ever stopping to rest. And
after many years it will tire. It will stop, and I shall die.

November 2 I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to
take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs
raise me to my mother's reaching arms, before those little arms will be able
to gather flowers and hug my daddy.

November 12 Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small
they are. I shall be able to stroke my mummy's hair with them. And I shall
take her hair to my mouth and she will probably say, 'oh, nasty!'.

November 20 It wasn't until today that doctor told mum that I am living here
under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mummy?

November 25 My mummy and daddy are probably thinking about a name for me.
But they don't even know that I am a little girl. They are probably saying
Andy. But I want to be called Cathy. I am getting so big already.

December 10 My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder
what kind of hair mummy has?

December 13 I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mummy
brings me into the world, it will be full of sunshine and flowers. I have
never seen a flower, you know. But what I want more than anything to see is
my mum. How do you look mum? I love you so much.

December 24 I wonder if mum hears the whispering beat of my living heart?
Some children come into the world a little sick. And then the delicate hands
of the doctor perform miracles to bring them back to health. But my heart is
strong and healthy. It beats so evenly; tup-tup, tup-tup, tup-tup. You'll
have a healthy little daughter, mummy.

December 28 Today my mummy killed me!

by Michael Walsh who opposes abortion