The Little Boy With No Voice
I received some very sad news on Friday. A friend's sister who lives out of state recently found out that the baby she was carrying had Down syndrome. The friend had just e-mailed me and wanted to find out as much information as she could to help her sister. Her sister was 22 weeks along in her pregnancy. The friend and her husband used to be in our Sunday School class at our old church. In fact, her husband had even coached our son J, who has Ds.
Anyhow, before I had even had a chance to send anything to her, my friend found out that her sister had an abortion. My friend is devastated and does not understand, as her sister & her husband are Christians. Apparently there was a doctor involved who was not supportive, to say the least, and other family members that apparently supported her decision not to have the baby.
The National Down syndrome Society is always raising money to raise awareness and give materials to OB/GYNs and their patients. I am reminded once again the importance of this issue.
After finding out, I really was in a funk on Friday. I hurt for the baby boy who was aborted, my friend, and even her sister.
Some thoughts came to me and I wrote them down...
Another baby is gone today.
A senseless death,
I don't know quite what to say.
She got the diagnosis
that things were wrong,
an end to the excitement
of her expectant heart's song.
"I will keep him," she vowed and declared.
The doctor argued, persuaded, and glared.
"Sacred is the life of this baby boy."
But little or no support was found, and certainly no joy.
So instead of saying, "We will help you through,"
they stood by and watched and condoned what they thought she must do.
"Things are just so wrong. You have no choice."
Thus ending it all for the little boy with no voice.
Now there is a grieving father and mother,
a sibling who will never know her sweet baby brother.
Grandparents who will never know the joy that could come with this little man.
A cold-hearted doctor with blood on his calculating hands.
Down syndrome is a diagnosis, a mere characteristic.
It is not the end and should never be the cause of a death statistic.
We will mourn the loss of this baby boy;
the world will never know his love, his unending joy.
Another baby is gone today,
a senseless death,
I just can't turn the other way.
Because of fear and desperation, she thought she had no choice.
I feel pain and sorrow for the little boy with no voice.
Anyhow, before I had even had a chance to send anything to her, my friend found out that her sister had an abortion. My friend is devastated and does not understand, as her sister & her husband are Christians. Apparently there was a doctor involved who was not supportive, to say the least, and other family members that apparently supported her decision not to have the baby.
The National Down syndrome Society is always raising money to raise awareness and give materials to OB/GYNs and their patients. I am reminded once again the importance of this issue.
After finding out, I really was in a funk on Friday. I hurt for the baby boy who was aborted, my friend, and even her sister.
Some thoughts came to me and I wrote them down...
Another baby is gone today.
A senseless death,
I don't know quite what to say.
She got the diagnosis
that things were wrong,
an end to the excitement
of her expectant heart's song.
"I will keep him," she vowed and declared.
The doctor argued, persuaded, and glared.
"Sacred is the life of this baby boy."
But little or no support was found, and certainly no joy.
So instead of saying, "We will help you through,"
they stood by and watched and condoned what they thought she must do.
"Things are just so wrong. You have no choice."
Thus ending it all for the little boy with no voice.
Now there is a grieving father and mother,
a sibling who will never know her sweet baby brother.
Grandparents who will never know the joy that could come with this little man.
A cold-hearted doctor with blood on his calculating hands.
Down syndrome is a diagnosis, a mere characteristic.
It is not the end and should never be the cause of a death statistic.
We will mourn the loss of this baby boy;
the world will never know his love, his unending joy.
Another baby is gone today,
a senseless death,
I just can't turn the other way.
Because of fear and desperation, she thought she had no choice.
I feel pain and sorrow for the little boy with no voice.
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On a much lighter note - I need to come see y'all. Maybe next week? I have a few things for you.