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Oct. 29, 2014


It was July of 1982, a little over a month after I tripped over Little Baby No Name’s  gravestone when I heard my named called in the middle of the night.  “Penny!” I heard.  It was about 2 AM.  I thought it was my husband, but when I sat up I realized that he was sound asleep.  “I must have been dreaming,” I thought, as I put my head back down on my pillow and drifted off. About 20 minutes later I was awakened again.  “Penny!”  I heard again.  I sat up and saw that Harry was sleeping.  I went to check on all the kids to make sure they were okay.  I knew I heard my name, but confused and tired I laid down and went to sleep again. It was no more than a half hour later when I heard my name being called again!  I sat up abruptly, and I said, ”Lord, are you calling me?”


“Write!  The words thundered through my mind.  


I grabbed the notebook off my nightstand and had no idea what to write.  I picked up my pen, and I just started writing furiously.  I could hardly keep up!  It was like the words were flying off my pen with no thought of my own at all!



She claimed it was her woman’s right.  It was her body; that’s what she said.

But she forgot about your little life; she thought you’d be better dead.

If only you’d have had a chance for them to hear your plea

but there was no stay of execution, and so you ceased to be.


Baby I’ll remember you; and the Father will too!  

A trash can for your grave; how can that be?

There’s millions just like you in the home of the free and the brave.

Baby I’ll remember you!


How long before your blood’s avenged?  Oh, I know child, it won’t be long!

You see the party is almost over now, and there comes another song!

And this country that I hold so dear has a greater debt to pay

And we’ll never meet the deficit for all the lives we’ve thrown away!


Baby I’ll remember you; and the Father will too!  

A trash can for your grave;  How can that be can that be?

There’s millions just like you in the home of the free and the brave.

Baby I’ll remember you!


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