One Mother's Plea
Already I am a mother,
I am nearly all of two years old,
So far I have had twelve off spring,
Soon to me more...I am told.
I feel oh so worn out and tired,
From too many hungry mouths to feed,
I saw a sign in my doctor's room,
Please family, this is what I need.
They carried my last sweet youngins
Off in an ugly big wooden box,
Why do I need to do this again?
While my heart bleeds and still I'm in shock!
Where are my sweet loving children?
Buried dead in the cold ground or worse?
This pain to my spirit and body,
Makes of my life a curse.
Not long ago, I too was a kitten,
All cuddly, soft and new born,
Life held wonderful promise back then,
For those warm playful days I now mourn.
I grieve in silence, lonesome and alone,
For me there IS a more humane way,
Please, let us go back to my doctor's place,
And ask them to do a spay!
Reprinted with permission of the author, Ginny M. Symkowiak