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    Dagboek van 'n ongebore baba :



    OCTOBER 5:

    Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.

    OCTOBER 19:

    Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.

    OCTOBER 23:

    My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: MAMA.

    OCTOBER 25:

    My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.

    NOVEMBER 2:

    I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother’s arms, before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.

    NOVEMBER 12:

    Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I’ll be able to stroke my mother’s hair with them.

    NOVEMBER 20:

    It wasn’t until today that the doctor told mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mom?

    NOVEMBER 25:

    My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don’t even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.

    DECEMBER 10:

    My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has?

    DECEMBER 13:

    I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?

    DECEMBER 24:

    I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You’ll have a healthy little daughter, mom!

    DECEMBER 28:

    Today my mother killed me.



    —Anonymous

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    Re: My ma het my vermoor

    Dit is so baie hartseer.As ek so iets hoor dan dink ek aan 'n vriedin van my wat al twee haar kinders aan die dood af gestaan het.Die eerste een was vroeg gebore en het net 3 maande geleef .Haar 2de baba bloedkanker gehad en het nie eers 3jaar oud geword nie.

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    • #3
      Re: My ma het my vermoor

      My oë uit getjank dit is so mooi. Verseker net so seer as natuur dit van jou weg skeur ...

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        Re: My ma het my vermoor

        Swangerskap het seker een van die ingrypendste uitwerkings op die vroulike liggaam, met hormone wat bevele uitdeel en die hele liggaam wat ywerig werskaf om alles in orde te kry vir die nuwe aankomeling. Wanneer dit kortgeknip word, op welke wyse en om watter redes ook al, dan is daar gewis gevolge: fisiologies, emosioneel en geestelik. So 'n geweldige ommekeer...

        Daar is talle studies wat 'n sterk kousaliteit bewys tussen die terminasie van swangerskap en die ontwikkeling van borskanker. Lees meer daaroor hier: http://www.christianpost.com/news/wo...linked-149745/

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