We never met little Claudia face to face,
But she gave hope to our lives for a time.
A monthly letter or picture she might trace,
Was enough to make our lives quite sublime.
The Orphanage tutored her in English preparing,
For the day we both felt sure would come.
That this little life would our lives soon be sharing,
Only to learn that things would soon turn glum.
For soon, her correspondence suddenly stopped,
A living mother had returned with priors claim.
Thus slaying the plans we had to soon adopt,
I've prayed the loss I felt was Claudia's gain.