On Roe Day, A Mother's Lament
- Anne Childress
- Jan 22
- 2 min read
On Roe Day, A Mother’s Lament
By A Rachel, Anne Hendricks
On Roe Day, I take to verse,
To name the blessing and the curse.
In ninety-one, a winter's chill,
They broke my body and my will.
Lorelei Elisabeth was the first,
A mother’s heart, a bubble burst.
The "D and X" left scars within,
Where all my sorrows would begin.
The damage done was deep and wide,
With nowhere left for life to hide.
Because of what Dr. James Gay did to me,
I lost my future family.
I miscarried three souls, lost and small,
I had to watch my children fall.
Ada Margaret could not stay,
The wounded soil turned her away.
Whose time on earth was never won.
Then Ian Robert fought for breath,
A sole survivor defying death.
Rory Garland was the final plea,
The last of what was left of me.
Adenomyosis, pain, and tears,
Defined the rhythm of my years.
A young hysterectomy, sharp and cold,
A "butchered" story, now being told.
Atrophy and cancer fears,
The harvest of those stolen years.
But Lorelei is safe in light,
While I stand with my fellow Rachels to join the fight.
No more should babies or mothers die,
Beneath this cold and winter sky.
I am forgiven, active, and strong,
Righting the path where I was led wrong.
For every woman who was led astray,
I speak my truth on Roe Day.
For women hurting from abortion, even if you were forced, coerced, or whatever your story, please feel free to contact me for resources in your area, a free copy of my fictional memoir of A Woman's Choice. It too has a resource page. I promote Rachel Vineyard and Deeper Still for programming help on being a woman of regret.
Rachel's Vineyard: https://www.rachelsvineyard.org/announcements/index.aspx
You do not have to hurt or suffer!
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