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Heather
by louis gander The wedding went so perfect, despite the plans and rush. Her wedding gown, exquisite, so elegant and plush. Heather was so beautiful - her hair, so perfect set. And he, the perfect gentleman. My thoughts... of when they met. Each other, they respected. They were the perfect pair. And none could break these two apart - each others lives they'd share. They love each other deeply. Their prayers ascend above - Their children? Little angels! And they have all my love. ... But then my dream had shattered as I lay in my bed. I live not in a fairy tale - but the real world instead. My Heather had no children - and that, I know because - she wasn't ever married. Her husband never was. No, Heather had no wedding - She never had a choice. My Heather was aborted. I never heard her voice. So please allow my wisdom for just a moment more - I live with my decision - a choice I so deplore. This memory that I live with, still pains me yet today. A life that God created, I chose to take away. (written for the mother) Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |