Wake up! Time to go.

Everything done. Here’s your cloths.

How’d they do it? I don’t’ know.

This I do know.

Baby gone.

 

They’re souls are still inside of me.

They could not be sucked out of me.

I gave “them” permission assuredly,

to end the life depending on me.

Baby gone.

 

There is more to the story than this.

There was a life of induced bliss.

A life of “pour me a drink” and “pass that joint”.

A life of “I don’t care” and nothing matters”.

Glad that’s over. What? You know.

Baby gone.

 

 

Baby food on shelves and store.

Pretty little dresses on display,

fathers in the park with boys.

Quick, look the other way.

Baby gone.

 

Christmas after Christmas.

Let’s get it over.

No children’s laughter to sustain us.

No need to change us.

Baby gone.

 

There is no going back.

There is no bringing back.

There is no taking back.

There is only looking back.

Baby gone.

 

Will the silence ever stop?

Will the regret never end?

Will I be punished for what I did?

Be alone in the end?

Baby gone.

 

It wasn’t that I didn’t want you.

Convinced the time wasn’t right.

Like we could meet up somewhere later.

Then I could give you a life. WRONG!

Baby gone.

 

Led by deceit and following a lie.

A heartbeat shouts “I’M HERE”!

“Give me a chance and I might give you a life”!

But that won’t happen now.

Baby gone.

 

Now I feel arms around me.

Holding me up strong.

They are my brothers and my sisters,

Who are like me and they say “yes”,

“baby gone”.

 

They say “look to God for your forgiveness”.

“Go to Him for your peace”.

“You can still have these things”,

“But the truth will always be “,

“baby gone”.

 

Ah, but there is something I can do.

to protect rights of the unborn.

As long as I walk this earth,

I will take the ridicule, I will take on the chore.

But, I WILL BE SILENT NO MORE!

Because, baby gone.

 

 

Written by Ottawa Regional Coordinator Malinda Tibbetts