..S..h..a..t..t..e..r..e..d.. – by Akiane Kramarik found on page 16 in Part one of her book of poems titled My Dream Is Bigger than I Memories of Tomorrow. Akiane was 7 years old when she wrote this profound poem. “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem. I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”
This poem ..S..h..a..t..t..e..r..e..d consists of three stanzas with six lines each. Before I tell you what this poem means to me. The photograph I picked for this reflection of of my own son who braved a steep set of stairs to visit an awesome cave in Ireland called Doolin Cave. My son wearing a hard hat is standing by one of the largest stalactites in Europe in that photograph taken within the past few years. Fear is something we all face I too experienced fear. I am also a single mother. The song I selected for you to view at the end of this reflection is another song I wrote titled True Grit. Grit is what gets us through fear. Grit is something not everybody has but Grit is something that everybody needs. I will speak about this profound poem titled ..S..h..a..t..t..e..r..e..d.. now. The “fear” mentioned in this poem is the fear of mothers of having their unwanted unborn babies. The “ripped clothes and broken chairs remember the deep moans” is talking about the devastation of abortion. The moans of the mother as she goes through with it. Many times sad to say mothers also die from surgical abortion. This happens often in the abortion business. A horrible reality of the bloodbath of abortion. The last stanza says it all “you sever” etc. The “you” in this stanza is the mother who severs the future of the her unborn child by legalized murder called abortion. This last stanza says “you” reaches for “the copper door handle to feel purple snowflakes fall on your knees.” The you is the mother reaching for the door after her surgical abortion. The purple snowflakes are the body parts of her unborn child torn apart limb by limb. Or washed out via abortifacients that force a miscarriage or the child to be washed out of the womb. The “purple snowflakes” are the tissue blood and sinew and bones of the children torn apart limb by limb annihilated and destroyed not allowed to live in the worst form of terrorism ever unleashed called Abortion…. Enjoy my song titled True Grit Here: Found on my YouTube channel in my playlist titled A Tribute to the Unborn Boys and Girls. Before you listen to my song titled True Grit take a look at my rescue from Croagh Patrick mountain on Reek Sunday 2017. I have fibromyalgia chronic pain and as such I am not supposed to climb a mountain like Croagh Patrick that is one mile high up and one mile down. The descent was harder than the ascent. My son did better than me on Croagh Patrick that day. To view the footage of my rescue you will need to download the Vimeo Footage and watch the whole section. This rescue documentary that I am a small part of aired on national TV in Ireland recently.