A Mother’s Letter to Her Aborted Baby

From a mother’s letter to her aborted child:

“It’s been a decade and still my blood runs cold and I catch my breath whenever I hear the word ” abortion.” Space there is an emptiness inside of me that can never be filled, a chill that has never quite been warned, a grief that will never end. To me you will forever remain an unfinished song, a flower that never bloomed, a sunrise clouded by rain.

Even during your last fragile moments of life, I wondered, “is my baby a boy or a girl?” The question ran through my mind again and again as I tried to block out the sickening sound of you being suctioned from my womb and from my life. I seemed to have a burning need to know whether I would’ve had a son or daughter, yet somehow I couldn’t bear to ask such an indelicate question of the doctor who stood smiling about me. Instead, I simply nodded in defeat and sadness, as this man in white patted my trembling hand and said, “now — aren’t you glad it’s all over?”

As I lay there drowning in my own blood, tears, and sweat, I could hear the nurses chattering about coworkers, new cars and clothes.

To these people, the extermination of your life is simply a job …. To those gathered in the sunny room in Philadelphia 10 years ago, it was just another day. To me, it was the darkest day I had ever known.”