Words fail me, but this poem speaks for itself.
Rachael and Christopher were my children
I carried them within my womb,
I loved them with all the love I could give them.
I knitted garments to warm, protect them,
Knowing they would be coming soon,
Rachael and Christopher were my children.
Their tiny bodies within me were hidden,
In my heart there was always room,
I loved them with all the love I could give them.
One dark black day I was hit and beaten,
By my own mother, they were doomed,
Rachael and Christopher were my children.
Things were forced into me, I was bidden,
Never to make life again, I was scum,
I loved them with all the love I could give them.
It didn’t take long, soon I was ridden,
I saw their bodies in the gloom,
Rachael and Christopher were my children.
In anguish I weep, when you hear me, listen,
My babies are now…
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