"DEAR MOMMIE"
JAN.1.1997
NOVEMBER 2008
YOU HAVE MAJOR HEART PROBLEMS
IF YOU DON'T HAVE CHARITY IN YOUR HEART
Mr. BOB HOPE 1939
Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now,
sitting on Jesus' lap.
He loves me
and cries with me;
for my heart has been broken.
I so wanted to be your
little girl.
I don't quite
understand
what has happened.
I was so excited
when I began realizing my
existence.
I was in a dark,
yet comfortable place.
I saw I had
fingers and toes.
I was pretty far
along
in my developing,
yet not near
ready
to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time
thinking or sleeping.
Even from my
earliest days,
I felt a
special bond
between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you
crying
and I
cried
with you.
Sometimes you would
yell or scream,
then cry.
I heard Daddy
yelling back.
I was sad,
and hoped you
would be better soon.
I wondered
why
you
cried so much.
One day you
cried
almost all of the day.
I hurt for you.
I couldn't
imagine
why you were so
unhappy.
That same day,
the most
horrible thing happened.
A very
mean monster
came into that
warm comfortable
place I was in.
I was so scared,
I began screaming,
but you never
once
tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.
The monster got
closer and closer
as I was
screaming and screaming,
"Mommy,
Mommy,
help me please;
Mommy,
help me."
Complete terror is all I felt.
I screamed
and screamed
until I thought
I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started
ripping my arm off.
It hurt so bad;
the pain
I can never explain.
It didn't stop.
Oh,
how I begged it
to stop.
I screamed
in horror
as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such
complete pain,
I was dying.
I knew
I would never
see your face
or hear you say
how much you
love me. I wanted
to make all your
tears go away.
I had so many
plans
to make you happy.
Now I couldn't;
all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter
pain and horror,
I felt the pain
of my heart breaking,
above all.
I wanted more than
anything
to be your
daughter.
No use now,
for I was dying a
painful death.
I could only
imagine the
terrible things
that they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that
I love you
before I was gone,
but I didn't know the words
you could understand.
And soon,
I no longer had the
breath
to say them;
I was dead.
I felt myself rising.
I was being carried
by a huge angel
into a big beautiful place.
I was still crying,
but
the physical pain
was gone.
The angel took me to
Jesus
and set me on
His
lap.
He
said
"He
loved me,
and
He
was my Father."
Then
I was happy.
I asked
Him
what the thing was that
killed me.
He
answered,
"Abortion.
I am sorry,
my child;
for I know how it feels.
"I don't know what abortion is;
I guess
that's the name of the monster."
I'm writing to say that
"I love you
and to tell you how much
I wanted to be your
little girl."
I tried very hard to live.
I wanted to live.
I had the will,
but I couldn't;
the monster was too powerful.
It sucked my arm
and legs off
and finally got all of me.
It as impossible to live.
I just wanted you
to know
I tried to stay with you.
I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy,
please watch out for that
abortion monster.
Mommy,
I love you
and I would hate for you
to go through the kind of
pain I did.
Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
~*~ If you think that
abortion
is wrong and as terrible
as it really is
then you will send this
to everyone you know
to inform them
of how terrible it is. | | | | | | |
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