Just sixteen, she is young and naive.
She believes she has it all figured out.
She knows love and what life's all about.
Of this, she has absolutely no doubt.
Her weekends are reserved for parties.
Her boyfriend will be there.
They live like there is no tomorrow.
For responsibilities, they just do not care.
She first was intimate at fourteen.
To her, it was normal, not wrong.
The enticing clothes she was allowed to wear,
meant trouble would not avoid her for long.
Still sixteen and morning sickness
greets her all to often.
Just a child, with a child on the way.
Still her attitude doesn't soften.
At seventeen years old,
she carried the baby no more.
A "procedure" kept from her parents,
in her heart, was causing a war.
By twenty she had forgotten,
the life she had snuffed out.
She married when she was twenty six,
and parenthood was her planned route.
She watches children playing in the park;
their innocent little faces full of cheer.
Suddenly remembering the one she could have had,
a river flows, tear after tear.
She looks at the stars twinkling in the night's sky,
and wonders if God is listening.
Crying out loud, she asks for forgiveness.
God obliges through His merciful tears glistening.
Forty years old, a smiling woman,
plays with her daughter in the park.
Daily she praises the Lord above,
for using His light to smother the dark.
Cleansed and forgiven of murder,
the Lord welcomes His eighty year old child home.
She looks upon the daughter she never knew,
and for eternity, her heart no more will roam.
by COUNTRYPOET ®
"From Life, Wisdom; From God, Redemption © September 6th, 2001
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