Thrown Into My Arms

You were thrown into my arms without a hesitation. Born a gift from God, although your earthly father was no good. I can't help but wonder where you are. I sit here thinking about the days that I had with you before you were adopted. The warmth of your skin. I loved to hold you in my arms. I remember when they threw you into my arms after you were born, and you looked me in the eyes. At that moment I knew I was going to cry. The decision was made so that you could have a better life, but it hurts deep inside. I gave you up to give you a better life and even though I wanted to be selfish and keep you to myself. I knew that I could not be a mother that you needed. 17 years old at the time of your birth. I'm now 18 but I still am not ready to be the mom that you deserve. I'm not even out of high school until the end of this month. I wanted the best for you. When you were thrown into my arms at the hospital I knew what I had to do. I had to be a mom and do the right thing. So I gave you up, knowing that God had other plans for you. May God be with you my child as you grow throughout the years. I'm glad that I made this decision for you even though it hurts me so dear.