“Hi, those of us in orange vest are volunteers with the clinic
Would you like us to walk with you through the protesters?”
“Well, I guess, but we aren’t like these other girls
We want this baby but I have breast cancer
We need to do this for our three other kids
Else they grow up without a momma”
It ought to matter
but it makes no real difference
To the sidewalk counselors, prayers, and preachers
they counsel, pray and preach
at a woman, rosary clutched, family picture pocketed
hoping her unborn, baptized, soon to be dead child will be waiting for her in her hopefully ever-after.
The sidewalk, buckled and uprooted,
“Do watch your step folks”
Say anything to drown out “Your baby is alive and has fingers and toes”
“There are hundreds of families who want to adopt your baby!”
“As men of God we are called to protect our families”
“Be a real man! Don’t be a wimp!”
I’ve known this woman for six minutes and I want to punch these people in the throat
Papa, friend, companion, husband hugs, gives a little kiss
“It’ll be OK, Juanita, they just don’t know. And they ain’t never gonna”
Bob and weave, sidestep and promenade
We get around the last few prayers and counselors at the clinic property line
“Most of these folks won’t be here when you get out”
“Yeah?
Neither will my baby”
I never expected that
Juanita’s Walk {by KpF}
I think I know what to expect today
Dad Confronts Abortion Protesters
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEFWDYB0rWo
Escort please help me!
Protect me from the crazies.
THANK YOU orange vest.
Abortion Haikus
http://abortioneers.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetic-justice.html
very good portrait of the experience of escorting. thank you for this word picture!