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Abated Dreams
by Sandra S Corona

Monday, October 18, 2004
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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My daughter has had so many abortions followed by so many stillborn. Maybe its' 'their' choice ...

Fluttered by the numbers,
cocooned by the score,
I've chosen to ooze, (sigh)—
kids, you don't need one more.
If we have but a day,
why throw it away?

I'll find my dreams somewhere,
in the arms of care.
You can't touch me o'er there …
I'm out of harms lair—
in dreams abated.

You devour pesticide,
smoke by the hour.
I'd never spread wings wide,
my breath would be sour.
Born early underweight,
because smoking can't wait.

I'll find my dreams somewhere,
in the arms of care.
You can't touch me o'er there …
I'm out of harms lair—
in dreams abated.

Alcohol, drugs, go down
that make you feel good.
They poison your baby …
if not yet—they could.
Dawns' mist … I slide away
and am flushed today.

In paradise … somewhere,
arms envelope me, care.
I'm am perfect … so there!
I'm out of your hair—
my dreams abated.

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Reviewed by Sue Hess 10/18/2004
sad words, sadder images
Reviewed by J. Pajot 10/18/2004
This is very thought many lives are created, only to be ignored, abused, or fated to ill health due to the irresponsibility of their parents...with hopes there is a better place for those who never fully arrive.

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