Thanks Angel I forwarded this on. -- Christ is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all. Karen Carter '74 > 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