Pro-Life…

I thank my mother, Who brought me forth Into the world, God made, so bold. And my dear father, For doing his worth, To raise me up, With love-filled cup. I admire them For such strong faith, And duty-minds - Both rare are finds. I was their child eighth, Of ten children! God blessed them well; Their work was swell. But had they stopped with Just one or two, Like how some did: Oh, God forbid! What lovely parents They turned to be, And lived all life, Despite much strife If not for them both What would I be? -An abortus Or dead fetus! The love of Maker, Good parents give To children all, When they are small Such children bring them Blessings from God, And intense mirth, Right here on earth. I thank you parents; I thank you God, For gift of birth, And lovely earth. Just think of parents Who do abort, Against God’s will, By their weak will. Their life will be filled With emptiness; Their guilt and sins Makes life non-sense. Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008