WRITE to LIFE – “Where pro-Choice Logic Leads”

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If someone is totally dependent on me,

then it should be my choice

whether I continue to support them.

Right?

Especially if their presence causes me problems,

makes life difficult,

interferes with the way I want to live.

Right?

So if I find myself pregnant

it should be my choice

whether I continue with the pregnancy or not.

Right?

Because the baby is totally dependent on my goodwill and cannot survive without me.

Right?

But what if a baby has been born?

It is still totally dependent on others,

its mother, nurses at the hospital,

or children’s home even.

It can’t survive on its own.

So any of them should be allowed to decide whether it lives or not.

Right?

What did I hear you say?

Wrong?

But why?

Nothing has changed, except that it is now wholly dependent on a different person.

A nurse,

a foster carer,

new mum and dad.

And what of all the other people who are totally dependent on the state to survive?

The state should have the right to decide if they live or die.

Right?

What did I hear you say?

Wrong?

But the logic is the same.

If a mother has the right to decide if an unborn child lives or dies

because it is totally dependent on her for nine months,

then surely the state or the community must have the right to decide

whether someone who may be totally dependent on them for years

should live or die.

Maybe those who are pro-choice

should think again

about where their reasoning leads,

and remember that they too

may one day become totally dependent on others.

 

edi chain 2015

The Wrong Choice

I had a good job and I wished to progress;

It demanded my all, so I couldn’t give less.

My days were spent working; few evenings were free,

But that was the culture, and not just for me.

And then I fell pregnant; it was the result

Of just once being careless – entirely my fault.

My reaction was panic with thoughts running wild;

How could I possibly bring up a child?

My lover lost interest as soon as he knew.

Leading me stranded without more ado.

My boss had no sympathy; all he could say,

Was a baby would mean my career thrown away.

Alone and depressed I decided to act,

Even though I was aware of the fact

That most of my thoughts had become rather blurred

And deep down inside me I would have preferred

Things to be different; but that wouldn’t be,

And everything really was just up to me.

So I phoned up the clinic, to fix up a date,

Hoping I wouldn’t have too long to wait.

And then it was over, and I felt relief;

Only months later did I suffer grief

Whenever I saw a young mother and child;

Years after I still cannot feel reconciled

To the fact that my baby died long before birth

And never enjoyed any time on this earth.

I still keep the date when he should have been born,

And tears fill my eyes as I silently mourn,

The child that should have been my joy and pride,

Growing throughout all the years by my side.

Especially as afterwards my job did not last,

And all my ambitions were left in the past.

 

This weeks double bill is from Eileen Morrison who lives and writes in London.  She has been a SPUC member for many years and is a rep on the National Council for London Region.  She is active delivering leaflets, writing letters, signing petitions, fundraising and taking part in vigils.  Her website is

www.eileensdesk.co.uk and blog at www.enthusiasticpoet.blogspot.com

 

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