One Bad Call......

She was young and needy when she made the booty call
Not knowing that one dalliance would be her downfall
And the outcome of her association
Was the need for a backdoor surgeon
Who would get rid of the unnecessary pregnancy
And let her move on with her professional identity.

Once the deed was done she realized her wrongs,
For they wrenched her baby out with their sterile tongs
She cries to the day “I’m sorry my baby, please forgive me….
For I just couldn’t stand up to the gossips glee”
Needless to say her life took a beating
For she couldn’t get past her self-imposed hurting.

When she’s alone at night and introspects
All she can see are her baby’s tiny hands, eyes, ears, cheeks.. legs
She cries for her little one that she wrenched in two
And now realizes that there is something she has to do
Salvation is what that she needs and is so required
She cannot continue with her “I’m so tired.”

She now ignores the enticement and lure of gratification
Instead reaches out to God Our Father for absolution
For He never ignores her pleas and cries
He is ever forgiving, all accepting - in spite of our sinful lives.