Questions, Questions
Megan Smith, age 11

Questions, questions running through my mind,
Do I keep this baby or leave it behind?
Scared, scared is all I feel right now.
If I do this will I be breaking a vow?
Crying, crying how will I cope?
Please God, please Mary; give me a little hope!
Murder, murder is that what it is called?
If I do this have I been called?
New life, new life, come into this world,
In my mind these questions are curled!
Baby boy, baby girl, will it be a part of my life?
Shall I do this now? Or be put under the knife?
Am I just that thing in your tummy?
Or will you love me and be a perfect mummy?
Will you pick me up and give me a cuddle?
Or will your mind still be a muddle?
If I cry in the night will you hate me forever?
Or will I see to myself and you think I’m clever?
Oh mummy, oh mummy don’t do this to me
When I come out your face will be filled with glee.
If you put yourself under the knife I’m telling you now you’ve ruined my life!