Please, save me.

Submitted by Mairead on Thu, 11/12/2009 - 00:46

Can you hear me? Please try. Please hear me mamma. I want to know you. Why don’t you want to know me? Why don’t you feel my longing? Why don’t you feel my yearning? Why can’t you understand my love for you?

Mamma, I want to see your beautiful face. I want to hear your voice murmur softly. I want to feel your hands gently caress me. I want you to love me. I just can’t understand this. Why are you so blind to my miracle?

Do you remember your mamma? Can you see her face? Can you hear her voice? Can you feel her touch? Do you know that she loves you? She proved her love for you through all those years. Do you understand that she chose to let you live? She let you have all those memories. Why cut me off from having memories like yours, only of you?  Help me to have those memories. You must not just allow this to pass.

Do you remember what it was like, waiting for the suns first rays to shine on your first day? Waiting to see your mamma’s face, gazing into your eyes tenderly? Waiting to hear her voice murmur softly? Waiting for her to kiss you gently? Waiting to smell her fragrance? Waiting to grip her finger eagerly? Waiting to walk where she would lead you?

You will deprive me of all that. Why?
You shut out my voice. Why?
You ignore the tugging at your heart. Why?
You know that your choice will kill me, and yet you turn your back on me. Why?
You crush a working miracle. Why?
You stop my waiting heart. Why?
You cover your eyes and close your ears, blocking my cries. Why?
You choose to remain blind from the truth. Why?

I will never witness the first ray of sunlight on my first day. 
My eyes will never see the face, like yours did.
My ears will never here the soft murmur, like yours did.
My mouth will never feel the kiss, like yours did.
My nose will never smell the fragrance, like yours did.
My hands will never ever grip the finger, like yours did.
My feet will never have someone to lead them, like yours did. 

How can I make you understand? Will you understand how I felt once I’m gone? Will you ever know? Will you ever try to comprehend it? Do you know now, but just wish not to have to accept it? My heart is aching for you, breaking for you. But you do not see it! Everything will disappear with me when I leave. You think the pain will be gone, but it will hurt worse then ever, even if you smile. Even if you paste a face on, you will feel utterly wretched in your inner self. But will you know it was wrong? Will you except help when it tries to come for you? Will you be able to face yourself and ask for repentance from Him who saves? Or will you be too covered in your shame?
     Think about me. Pray about me. Know who I am inside of you. I can see you, cowering, half alive, from the world. Wait mamma, don’t break apart yet, it’s not too late. You can still save me.

Please don’t deprive me of my life.
Please don’t shut my voice out.
Please don’t ignore the tugging from within.
Please don’t choose to kill me.
Please don’t turn your back on me.
Please don’t crush a working miracle.
Please don’t stop my waiting heart.
Please don’t cover your eyes.
Please don’t close your ears.
Please don’t block out my cries.
Please don’t choose to remain blind from the truth.

You alone can help my eyes to see.
Help my ears to hear.
Help my mouth to feel.
Help my nose to smell.
Help my hands to grip.
Help my feet to be lead.

Do you see now? Do you understand now? Do you know now?
Please see. Please understand. Please know, can save me.

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This is excellently done, Mairead.  Your essay stirs emotions that need to be constantly boiling.  If only more people would wakeup to the reality of abortion.  It's not an abstract social issue.  It's a holocaust.

"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

This was wonderful and terrible at the same time - wonderfully written but about a terrible truth.
I can only echo what James said.


If you took all the different ways to abort a baby - especially the most common ones - and put them into a movie, the movie would be rated NC -17.   The stuff they do is really horrible.
Really good, Mairead.

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

you think of all the children...the ones who will never know what it is like to play, never know what it is like to laugh, never know exhilaration the of a first bike ride. those children will never be able to taste a food, ride a roller many of the things we take for granted. and those children will never know what it is like to hold their own child.


really, really, good, Mairead. I liked it.

“Oh Ronnie! I can’t believe you’re a prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” said Mrs. Weasley.
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?”
–George Weasley

 If only every woman could read this, Mairead.

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Mamie, that was probably the best...meditation?...on abortion I have ever read.  It's just so heart-wrenching and powerful.  Wow.  I was almost crying.

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Thank you for your comments everyone. It is wonderful that it touched so many people....I just wish it wasn't a truth. :( Even though I captured it in a real and stark light I wish we didn't have to capture it at all.....


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Wow, I'm amazed. What a beautiful essay, you should see if you can get it published somewhere. It's so powerful.

Formerly Kestrel

You have given a wonderful witness to the reality of the unborn child.  Thank you! 

God bless, Anne Marie :)


This was so powerful. I had chills reading this. You captured it all so well. The opening pulled me in, and wouldn't let me go. It was amazing to read this. The "pleases" really caught me.
If only more people would read this, or write more of this. As you said, it is so sad that this is a reality.
Well done.

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived."
General George S. Patton