DEAR SARA

Dear Sara, "Little Princess"
(the meaning of your name),
How fitting you should have it-
Too soon your glory came.

Your little heart was broken
When Mommy let you go.
But angel, please remember
She really didn’t know.

Some said it wasn’t beating,
Your tiny little heart,
And so it didn’t matter
They tore you all apart.

They said you couldn’t feel it.
How Satan can deceive!
The agony you suffered
So many disbelieve.

No grave to mark your passing,
And few to mourn or pray,
But Grandma will remember
That awful, tragic day.

My arms will never hold you.
My rocking chair is still.
But Grandma’s heart is full of love
That death can never kill.

Sweet Angel pray for Mommy,
And pray for Daddy too,
And say a prayer for Grandma
And I will pray for you.

And you and I together
Will pray for all your friends
Who never had a birthday!
We’ll pray abortion ends!

Love,

Grandma

Written by Mary Kathryn Johnson

Prescott Valley, AZ