Hajja Salesjana January February 2017

1 7 I am still small and little Clutched so close in my mother’s womb. Oh so safe and sound and happy, Silently, slowly, growing, Waiting eagerly To see the light of life outside. But suddenly I’m violently jolted; What is happening?! I am being crushed, broken and mutilated And here I am, little me Grasping, clutching to be safe, Desperately trying to hold onto life. “Mummy, Mummy, HELP ME, help me!! Mummy, save me, Mummy, I love you, Mummy, protect me,” And then... Before I could whisper softly, Yet another Ma... Silently in a WHIFF... I am gone... Gone forever. “Mummy, I forgive you Because Jesus told me to, And only you know what Made you do this to me. But if only... Oh, if only You gave me just a chance To peep at life outside your womb. If you could not keep me, For sure, there is someone out there Who could have gladly and lovingly Taken care of you and me, And given me a ‘chance’ But... Mummy, please, don’t worry If you don’t know... let me tell you, I still love you God knows this too.” Tak en by Anna Chetcuti