What a Waste

I wrote this poem for the mothers who were faced with a difficult decision and chose life.

The doctors told you I would be different.
I would never be the same.
My quality of life tainted, oh what a shame.
It’s better to just end it,
there is no one to blame.
Get rid of the burden a life like this will bring.You can always have more offspring.

But you saw a different story, you told me not to worry. You saw a different fate. One of which, I create. You took my hand and stayed by my side. You would not let the doctors be my demise. You said I am a child of God and all his glory, no one else can write my story.

Look at me now, in my current state.
My capabilities are no longer a debate. Standing atong on my own two feet. I refuse to taste defeat. Thank you for always believing in me and allowing me to grow into who I’m meant to be.