When my daughter told me she was pregnant,
I looked at her with the widest of eyes.
I asked her if she was planning to keep it,
Because from this situation she could not hide.
She was only in high school,
But I allowed her the freedom to choose,
Because I knew she was responsible,
And trust would not be abused.
I was never an over-bearing parent.
I gave my kids room to breathe,
Believing at a young age I instilled values,
And faith in them would not deceive.
So when my daughter told me the news,
As a parent I felt like I failed.
Her life already pre-determined,
Before her ship could set sail.
Well, that’s what I thought back then,
As I urged her to get an abortion.
If she does it in the early stages,
It’s still not considered a person.
She wasn’t emotionally ready,
Or financially secure to have a child.
She didn’t even have a high school diploma.
The problems would just continue to pile.
Like where would the baby sleep?
Or who’d watch the baby while she works?
She couldn’t rely on her boyfriend.
He was always such a jerk.
And she certainly wasn’t relying on us.
My wife and I agreed she’s on her own.
If she’s responsible enough to have sex,
Then she’s responsible enough to atone.
So one night our daughter ran away,
And we never heard from her until,
Twenty years had passed,
And she came of her own free will.
She visited with a man,
Who was working on a degree.
He said he was planning to be a doctor,
And pursue a ph. D.
It was then that I realized,
This man was her son.
And though too stubborn to admit,
I was proud of what she had done.
And I would never tell her son,
I insisted his mom should have had an abortion,
Because twenty years later,
I can see he’s a wonderful person.