Little Andy Talks with God
On Abortion
Hi, Mr. God. Ya still awake?
Somthin' bad I saw, taday.
Went for a ride; momma, daddy
An little sis ~ we went away.
Daddy parked the car;
Put little sis in the stroller, there.
I walked with daddy an momma,
An a lot of people began ta stare.
There were a lot of people with signs
An screamin' 'bout somthin' right.
I didn't like it, at all, Mr. God.
I think they wanted ta fight.
I ask momma, "What is that?"
She s'plained, "This is where they kill babies."
I was so scared at all that yellin' an
There were some people on their knees.
Mr. God, I must a done wrong.
I took little sister in her stroller an runned.
She was cryin'. Daddy was runnin' after us.
Daddy stopped us an said, "What ya doin', son?"
"Why did ya bring baby sis here, ta be killed?
She didn't mean ta be bad or anything."
That's when daddy hugged us, both, an carried sis.
Then, some people began ta sing.
Mr. God, I don't un'erstand all that.
Why would people kill a little baby?
Is it 'cause they make dirty diapers?
Or, cryin' all night ... maybe?
Please, Mr. God, can ya talk ta them
An make 'em stop, 'cause babies are good?
Little sis smells good, after her bath.
If they want ta smell her, I think they could.
Momma was cryin' and huggin' little sis,
An a lot people was lookin' at all of us.
Some put down their signs, right then.
Others began ta make a fuss.
I started ta scream, "Don't kill my little baby!
She don't know what's wrong or right!
She won't be much trouble, at all.
Sometimes, she even sleeps the night."
Mr. God, my momma was cryin'
An some ladies left, an went away.
More people were on their knees.
Daddy s'plained they were there ta pray.
I sure hope no babies get killed, taday.
Daddy said, "You did good, son,"
(Because I made some ashamed).
"I'm proud of what ya done."
Why don't people like babies?
Don't they know babies come from you?
If'n they don't like them,
Why don't they give 'em ta people that do?
My aunt Nita likes us kids.
But, she don't got any.
Why can't they give 'em to her?
She would love 'em a plenty.
Me an little sis, are gonna stay right here
An hide in the closet, maybe.
I sure don't want them ta find her.
Please, Mr. God, don't let them kill our baby.
Momma says, when Jesus was born,
They tried ta kill him, too.
Poor little Jesus. I bet he was scared
An I'm glad he is back up there with you.
Why don't they jest kill bad people
An jest spank us kids if we're bad,
'Cause most of us are tryin' ta be good?
Do they hurt babies 'cause they're mad?
Well, I gotta go ta bed, now.
Would ya watch over little sis an me,
An all the other little babies in trouble?
Tell them it's good ta be a mommy.
Tell Jesus, an his mom, 'good night' for me.
If he wants, he can hide with sis an me. Ok?
Daddy an momma won't mind at all,
'Cause we love Jesus an he can come an stay.
Little Andy says, "Good night."
© 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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DEDICATED TO THE MILLIONS OF BABIES
THAT WILL NEVER KNOW THE LOVE
OF A BIG BROTHER, LIKE LITTLE ANDY.
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