From Mother To Child

Truer words have never been spoken As in the story I have to tell. Of a woman’s nine month journey And her emotional trip through hell. Now this woman was in shock, of course When she found out she was with child. This state of shock, to say the least, Was anything but mild. For this woman, herself, was a child At the age of only eighteen. With termination out of her head What she must do was eventually seen. She knew she couldn’t support a baby Out there on her own. Even though her family promised That she would never be alone. And so the woman’s search began Then she came to her final option. Knowing it was for the best, She decided on adoption. She knew it would be difficult To be so far apart. Away from something that she loved And would always miss in her heart. With emotions running mad She somehow found a friend. At Mother Goose Adoptions Her troubles would soon end. For it was there that she met Dawn The woman sent to her aid. When Dawn told her how things worked Her troubles began to fade. Dawn reassured the woman That the couple would be the best. Because it was the woman’s job To choose a couple better than the rest. So she began to look through profiles Then she stumbled across a pair. From down within the Southern states Who were full of love and care. The woman knew they were the ones Within the blink of an eye. Yet for some odd reason She still wanted to cry. For she knew deep down inside This was something she’d never forget. Because the thought still picked at her If this was something she might regret. Though she had her reasons Some more obvious than a few She knew this was something that must happen For the benefit of you. Your happiness and well-being Are all that this was for. Though it was for the better The woman’s heart, this tore. I pray that you are smart enough To see what you must see. For if you haven’t guessed by now The woman is none other than me. I wish I could express in words Just what I’d like to say. I wanted you to know the truth And this was the best way. Remember that I do love you And that I’ll always care. And if you ever need something I’ll drop everything just to be there. This story is not over Though this poem will now end. For as you sit here reading this All my love I do send.