"See Me"
By Katye Ziolkowski
You will never see my little feet
That someday will not be so small.
You will not see me learn to walk,
You won’t see anything at all.
My beautiful blue eyes,
Will never see the things you see.
I’ll never see the sun rise,
Or your face looking back at me.
Although you cannot hear my voice,
I am still here just the same.
Alive or dead it’s not my choice,
Why am I the one to blame?
You see I do not have a choice
The decision has been made for me.
You will never hear my voice
Because you’ll make me go away.
Then your “problem” will be gone
But with it all the joy and love.
For you saw me as something wrong,
And not a treasure from above.
(A poem from the perspective of an aborted child.)
"I enjoy writing poetry, especially about things that trouble me, or are close to my heart. I am attending Nicolet part-time and hope to transfer this fall and eventually go into social work, counseling, or something of that nature."
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"If I Knew . . ."
Anonymous
If I knew these were my final days,
I would savor every sunrise as the earth is born anew.
And if my body were still able,
I would try something daring I never found time to do.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would cherish nature's beauty, however small.
And if my arms were losing strength,
I would hang on tightly so as not to fall.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would let the wind mess up my hair.
And if my legs were still beneath me,
I would wander unknown paths without a care.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would summon all my strength and fight.
And if my hands could lift before me,
I would roast marshmallows over a fire by moonlight.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would smile as raindrops change to snow.
And if my feet yearned for cooling comfort,
I would let the waves wash over my toes.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would enjoy my family in my last hours.
And if my nose could inhale deeply,
I would breathe in all the beautiful flowers.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would thank those who held me when I was weak.
And if my ears could listen still,
I would let some friends cry while others speak.
If I knew these were my final days,
I'd wish time had no end like water reflecting skies above.
And if my eyes were clear and bright,
I would enjoy the moonlight with the ones I love.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would treasure favorite hobbies with my friends.
And if my mind went back in time,
I would relive childhood memories over and over again.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would close my eyes and try not to cry.
And if my soul were open and ready,
I would forgive my enemies before my time goes by.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would recall hurtful words that left others broken.
And if my spirit were meek and humble,
I would focus on needing each other and words unspoken.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would conquer fears and find strength from within.
And if my heart could still love another,
I would embrace last moments with my best friend.
If I knew these were my final days,
I would reach for the moon a final time.
And if my life was softly fading,
I would let its waning rays bring me gently home.
"This poem was written in the middle of the night after a bad dream about the death of a friend. I received news the next day that a close friend had just been diagnosed with liver cancer. The message is dark on one hand, but is inspiring on the other hand. Each time I read it, my perspective on life is recentered and I am reminded to share my gifts with others, and to enjoy and live life to the fullest."
