The poem is Unto Us by Spike Milligan. And I don't own CSI.
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Unto Us.
Somewhere at some time
They committed themselves to me
And so, I was!
Small but I WAS!
Fear was the first emotion Sara Sidle felt. There was no excitement or love. Just fear.
Tiny, in shape
Lusting to live
I hung in my pulsing cave.
Soon they knew of me
My mother –My father.
The sickness was the first indication, but she refused to believe it. Of course her boyfriend, Gil Grissom, noticed. They were trained investigators after all. He too, refused to believe the inevitable was happening.
The first test was quickly replaced by another and then another. Somehow they hoped that they were wrong. But as soon as they came to terms with the reality of the situation, a decision was easily made.
I had no say in my being
I lived on trust
And love
Tho' I couldn't think
Each part of my was saying
A silent 'Wait for me
I will bring you love!'
The date was soon arranged and an overnight bag was packed. It was in bed the night before that Sara had her doubts. Her inability to take a life caused an overwhelming feeling of guilt. She placed a hand on her still flat abdomen and focused hard on feeling anything to indicate the life within her. Nothing was found and she moved her hand away. The soft snoring of Gil beside her reassured that she was doing the right thing. He did not want children. And she thought she did not want any either.
Blind, naked, defenseless
By the hand of one
Whose good name
Was graven on a brass plate
In Wimpole Street,
And dropped on the sterile floor
Of a foot operated plastic waste bucket.
She was given the choice to see the fetus, but the tears blurred her vision. She looked away before the tiny bundle of cells was held in front of her. She regretted not looking for months after. Curiosity to what the baby looked like was too strong, and she cried herself to sleep that night.
There was no Queens Counsel
To take my brief.
The cot I might have warmed
Stood in Harrod's shop window.
When my passing was told
My father smiled.
Grissom watched the doctor walk away and he breathed a sigh of relief. When he reached 40, he swore to himself he would never have children. It was a mix of reasons to why he reached his conclusion, but mainly it was the number of dead children he met over the years. Every new death just made him more determined to never have children. He knew he would never be able to cope with the pain of losing a son or daughter, so in his Grissom-like fashion, he decided that an abortion would save him heartache in the long term.
No grief filled my empty space.
My death was celebrated
With tickets to see Danny la Rue
Who was pretending to be a woman
Like my mother was.
The relationship fizzled out soon after. With no family to turn to, Sara felt more alone than ever, now wishing there was a little baby in her arms. Grissom hid himself away, not revealing his true feelings to anyone, including himself. Over time they went their separate ways and learned to forget about their relationship and the baby that never quite was.