Abortion An Opinion

Abortion, an opinion.   I sat on the terrace sun was flooding obliterating whiteness  escaped into the living room, observing four ships anchored in the bay. Through the binoculars, vessels with long lines made to carry bulk loads like grain, rice or coal; I spent many years on crafts like these. This reminded me if abortion had been informal, I might not be born in the time before World War 2 when abortion was hard to obtain not, relaxed, with a quick visit to the hospital and a cup of coffee. My mother (before women’s rights, was all for women’s rights) such as equal pay and respect, but she thought abortion was morally wrong. Since we lived in poverty, her sister showed up with a skipping rope that might help induce a spontaneous abortion mother was not into sport and preferred to read lengthy novels. I cannot condone abortion on demand; I know the arguments about a woman’s body is her own can do as she pleases. A better reason must be given before the purge of the unborn.