An Un-finished Chapter

This is a poem I wrote for my English poem class. I LOVE writing poetry and here is one I wanted to share with you.  Here is the context of it, it is in my birth mother's voice.  It is in an a,b,a,b form which means every other line rhymes with each other.  I like to write in rhyming form the most! What I wrote is not true, but it is more of my thoughts and what I would have wanted her to say.  But I do know that she did not ever second guess herself on giving me up and I have no clue if she is a Christian or not.  I pray to God that she has accepted Him and that I will meet up with her someday! I hope you all like it and it would be nice to hear some of your comments on it! Thanks!

An Un-finished Chapter

By: Bekkah Jelsma

   A mother, a teen, three months till she’s born

Decisions, Decisions, keep her or abort

This story, I wish, could say I was torn

Being a mother-to-be I knew I’d have to go on child support

A baby. Two days

No where to go, I feel I could shout

Gloomy skies now, no warm sun rays

Can’t go out in the open, must find a new route

Formula, diapers, and clothing size

I wish things were the same as they were

No money could make any of those buys

Vivid thoughts in the past, there now all a blur

Life on the street, life all alone

No family, no friends, no child care

Color drained from my face, Now a pale tone

Family so rich and reputation so rare

Here you go, she is mine, I can’t have her no more

Foster care, adoption, I don’t care

A baby that I don’t have the budget for

One last hug, one last kiss, and one guilty stare

I go how I came

My life back, normal life

Guilt off my shoulders, no more baby shame

Late night’s no more, no strife

Did she get her bottle at one?

Thoughts and worries swirl through my head. Should I not have withdrawn?

I sit on the porch where I would swing her with the light of the midnight sun

 Why are these thoughts still in my head? They should have been gone!

Then a thought rushes through my brain

God is the plan maker!

God will bring me through this.  He already planned for her which jet plane!

Satan can not have my baby because God has cut the devil's property a half acre. 

We’ll meet up with God, no more shame or guilt

I'll say, "I'm your birth mom, and wow you grew"

Flowers, here, growing, my smiles won’t fade or wilt

I know God will bring us together, He always follows through.