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Hi, Mr. God. You still awake? Somthun' bad I saw, today. Went for a ride; momma, daddy And little sis. We went away. Daddy parked the car; Put little sis in the stroller, there. I walked with daddy and momma, And a lot of people began to stare. There were a lot of people with signs And screamin' 'bout somthun' right. I didn't like it, at all, Mr. God. I think they wanted to fight. I ask momma, "What is that?" She s'plained, "This is where they kill babies." I was so scared at all that yellin' and There were some people on their knees. Mr. God, I must a done wrong. I took little sister in her stroller and runned. She was cryin'. Daddy was runnin' after us. Daddy stopped us and said, "What ya doin', son?" "Why did you bring baby sis here, to be killed? She didn't mean to be bad or anything." That's when daddy hugged us, both, and carried sis. Then, some people began to sing. Mr. God, I don't un'erstand all that. Why would people kill a little baby? Is it 'cause they make dirty diapers? Or, cryin' all night ... maybe? Please, Mr. God, can you talk to them And make them stop, 'cause babies are good? Little sis smells good, after her bath. If they want to smell her, I think they could. Momma was cryin' and hugging little sis, And a lot people was lookin' at all of us. Some put down their signs, right then. Others began to make a fuss. I started to scream, "Don't kill my little baby! She don't know what's wrong or right! She won't be much trouble, at all. Sometimes, she even sleeps the night." Mr. God, my momma was cryin' And some ladies left, and went away. More people were on their knees. Daddy s'plained they were there to pray. I sure hope no babies get killed, today. Daddy said, "You did good, son," (Because I made some ashamed). "I'm proud of what you done." Why don't people like babies? Don't they know babies come from You? If'n they don't like them, Why don't they give 'em to people that do? My aunt Nita likes us kids. But, she don't got any. Why can't they give them to her? She would love them a plenty. Me and little sis, are gonna stay right here And hide in the closet, maybe. I sure don't want them to find her. Please, Mr. God, don't let them kill our baby. Momma says, when Jesus was born, They tried to kill him, too. Poor little Jesus. I bet he was scared And I'm glad he is back up there with you. Why don't they jest kill bad people And jest spank us kids if we're bad, 'Cause most of us are tryin' to be good? Do they hurt babies 'cause they're mad? Well, I gotta go to bed, now. Would ya watch over little sis and me, And all the other little babies in trouble? Tell them it's good to be a mommy. Tell Jesus, and his mom, 'goodnight' for me. If he wants, he can hide with sis and me. Okay? Daddy and momma won't mind at all, 'Cause we love Jesus and he can come an stay. Little Andy says, "Good night." Dedicated to the millions of babies that will never know the love of a big brother, like little Andy. |
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