Who's my Daddy, Mammy?

Argument in rhyme for why abortion is not the answer for a girl who is pregnant as a result of rape or sexual assault.

Who's my Daddy, Mammy?

Whos my Daddy Mammy, The child one morning did say With tears in her eyes to the childs surprise The mother turned away Did he break your heart Mammy? What did he look like, what is his name? Why do my friends tell me That to have no daddy is a great shame? The mother by now was crying Slupmed sobbing on the floor And the child looked even more puzzled Than ever it did before The child dragged across the floor As a pillow for its mother a rug And the sobbing tearfulk mother Gave her only child a hug. And when she looked into his face Everytime she could see The face of his father And she remebered the night clearly the footstes behind her on the street Her heart pounding as away she rushed The hand over her mouth, the fear the pain As he attcked her in the bushes. The shame after to tell family The hassle of telling the Guard The hostility of those who did not believe My God... those months were hard. Some say she asked for it, Being alone, drunk and skimpily dressed And while her parents said they believed They at best were not impressed Her friends they gathered money For an abortion to England to go, When she had they ferry ticket, On the gangplank a voice to her said "No" The child is of you as it is of him No matter how his father is reviled The Bible is wrong when it states The sins of the father shall be paid by the child. And she turned back from the boat Her friends by her were stunned Demanded their money back And by them she was stunned. And in time the child was born The same as any other And though he looked like his father She was glad to be his mother. And any single girl Always dreads the day When the child, however mild Ask wheres their daddy in their childish way. So she resolved to tell him a mistruth And confirm the roughmours of spiteful neighbours round She met a man in a pub one night And afterwards herself pregnant found. And she suffered the indignity That ripped her very heart She done it for the love of her child And give him in life the best start. Some say she was guided by Jesus Who looked after her all along I say she was guided by maternal instinct And by knowing right from wrong.

 

 

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Reviews

[Deborah Shepard]

strong message powerful profound

[Gray]

This is an interesting take on an old story. "She" (the Mammty) has grit which I think you showed very well. The style of your poem is somewhat traditional; it is a task I find almost impossible to accomplish with my writing. I tip my hat to you.

Gray

[Berserker[Diktator Von ..]

This is a very powerful piece. I just wish others would see things this way. you did a good job with this one.

[TL Boehm]

strong message delivered with integrity - well done. Sometimes its hard to get something incendiary conveyed well in a ryhme scheme but you are a master at it.

[Poeticpiers]

A fine piece of taletelling my friend raising a great number of questions as to the rights and wrongs of abortion. But always a but with me You do yourself and your story a grave injustice in not spellchecking and re editing before you post ivor