by a Professional Writer (which is not me)
Who’s the PIg?
That was the question that was posed the day before Christmas. ( a while back.)
by a certain young lady?
My mother smiled.
My father smiled first.
I was perplexed.
OF COURSE
that would be me.
three, four years later,
as of yesterday morning,
this huge, preponderant belly has gone off of me.
Turns out that it was half a baby.
from the abortion in California that was done too late after the first trimester. This has been working our for about two years.
There was nothing that could be done.
They didn’t tell me.
They just left it in me.
I knew that something was wrong.
I T W A S S O H O R R I B L E W H A T I H A V E G O N E T H R O U G H S I N C E T H E N.
no pig here.
the belly’s gone.
signing off as
God’s poster child for the Pro-Life cause.
On a Holy Sunday.
Un.Bon.Mot 