It’s a responsibility, to be tasked with a child,
That not all are cut out for, or ready for, or want.
It’s a commitment, to raise them until they reach 18,
That requires selflessness, and love, and care.
Some mothers are not assigned biologically
But they have accepted the task
Given a choice that the birth mother
May not have been able to make
Once it was declared that there was life in her womb.
Motherhood should be a choice, not a burden,
A mother should want her children,
She’ll put them first, if she chosen to have them
For a mother’s love of her babies
Is their fiercest protection
There are stories of mothers who,
In a rush of adrenaline fueled by basic human instinct
-The need to protect-
Have performed Herculean feats
To rescue their child from danger.
A mother who lifted up a car to free her son
Another who loses her legs
Protecting hers from a tornado.
So fiercely protective because they know
That losing their child would be the greatest loss of all.
We've seen the footage,
Witnessed the raw emotion
When a mother learns
That her child, killed, will not be returning home.
There was another before me,
She was wanted very much.
Her name was decided, she would have been born
Two months after I was conceived.
But she was small, too small.
In her body at least.
Her heart, was much much too big.
My mother had a tough decision to make:
Should she risk a complicated birth
To deliver a baby that would live a short painful life?
She would get to hold her daughter, yes,
But she would also watch her die.
"You'll Terminate the pregnancy, then?" They asked,
to confirm what she told them.
The words they used to describe her choice
Were too cold for a decision made
On the basis of so much love.
But death is all a part of life
And while it may find some before their time is due,
The space left behind by one
Leaves room for another.
I am alive today
Because my mother had the right to choose.