Baby Gone and Eternity's Shore


Malinda and Ric Tibbetts

August 12, 2019


Baby Gone

Wake up! Time to go.

Everything done. 
Here’s your clothes.

How’d they do it?  I
don’t’ know.

This I do know.

Baby gone.

I feel their souls inside of me.

They could not be sucked out of me.

I gave “them” permission assuredly,

To end the life depending on me.

Baby gone.


There is more to the story than this.

There was a life of induced bliss.

A life of “pour me a drink” and “pass that joint”.

A life of “I don’t care” and nothing matters”.

Glad that’s over. 
What?  You know.

Baby gone.


There’s millions more like them.

No beginning and no end.

Products of shells of would be mothers and fathers.

Regretting to the end.

Wondering what if? 
What if?

Baby gone.


Baby food on shelves in stores.

Pretty little dresses on display,

Fathers in the park with boys.

Quick, look the other way.

Baby gone.


Christmas after Christmas.

Let’s get it over.

No children’s laughter to sustain us.

No need to change us.

Baby gone.


There is no going back.

There is no bringing back.

There is no taking back.

There is only looking back.

Baby gone.


Will the silence ever stop?

Will the regret never end?

Will I be punished for what I did?

Be alone in the end?

Baby gone.


It wasn’t that I didn’t want you.

Convinced the time wasn’t right.

Like we could meet up somewhere later.

Then I could give you a life.  WRONG!

Baby gone.


Led by deceit and following a lie.

A heartbeat shouts “I’M HERE”!

“Give me a chance and I might give you a life”!

But that won’t happen now.

Baby gone.


Now I feel arms around me.

Holding me up strong.

They are my brothers and my sisters,

Who are like me and they say “yes”,

“Baby gone”.


They say “look to God for forgiveness”.

“Go to Him for your peace”.

“You can still have these things”,

“But the truth will always be “,

“Baby gone”.


Ah, but there is something I can do.

to protect rights of the unborn.

I can take ridicule, I can take on the chore.

I can be a voice.


Because, baby gone.

Baby gone.

Written by SNM Ottawa, Ontario Regional Coordinator Malinda Tibbetts

Eternity’s Shore

Gabriel David

Tessa Elizabeth

My son,

My daughter.

Two lives cut short

Four lives destroyed.

Eternal remorse.

But It wasn't my fault.

She should have prepared.

A pill or something.

What responsibility is this of mine.

It's her body,

There's things that she should have done

And this would not be.

Why should I have to care!

Lies from hell sent to curse

Me looking only at me.

To blind to see.

So I did the "noble" thing.

I stood in support.

I said "I'll be there , I'm with you all the way,

Whatever you decide;

As long as the problem goes away.

I washed my hands

And left her alone

To make it all - go away.

Gabriel David

Tessa Elizabeth

My Son

My Daughter

Two lives erased;

Led to the slaughter.

Four lives engulfed by death's evil lie.

Turn to the world to block out the shame.

Forget what had happened.

Don't give them a chance

Not even a name.

Friends say it's the right thing,

It's what you should do.

You can't provide for a child

So don't even try.

So I didn't.

I numbed out the pain however I could.

Alcohol, drugs, life's lust all for me.

I buried guilt deep where no one could see.

So deep in my soul

That not even I gave thought anymore.

But there it lay at satan's whim,

To fester and rot and destroy me within;

Till my heart so scarred unable to care

Became but tool of want and despair.

Embracing evil, knocking at death's door.

But then Christ's hand reached down to me

Touched my heart and set me free.

Gabriel David

Tessa Elizabeth

My son.

My daughter.

Two lives eternal,

Four lives set free

By Christ's precious blood

Poured out for us upon that tree.

"Forgive them for they know not what they do."

And He did.

Even though what I had I done

Deserved none.

Still so great is His love,

He did not wash His hands of the blood that I had


But bore it with Him on the cross.

And poured out His grace

That washed me clean

Of hell's evil lies

Of death's cruel sting.

My heart once torn by torment and shame,

My soul once crippled by guilt and pain

Now healed and embracing

Forgiveness and truth

Of how He gave life

To the lives that I had taken.



My son

My daughter

Two lives in bliss

Four lives entwined

God's grace revealed

Of how Christ’s love did restore

I know now that they play on eternity's shore

And wait for me with a their hearts filled with love

To embrace their mother, sister and brother

And on that day prepared by our Lord

We'll all be together forevermore.

Written by Ric Tibbetts.  Ric's wife Malinda serves as the SNM Regional Coordinator for Ottawa, Ontario.


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