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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.

Copyright © Stephanie Toothman | Year Posted 2005

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