Last Pages of Biography Await Final Writing
Struggling inside human fortress
babe agonized inside womb
as Mom was afflicted yon her willingness
yes, along her defiance---
for how could she nurture
another human being while still a teen
and battling over sexual abuse case?
Such called for a miracle...
Conquering distress of early and forced pregnancy
the biological Mom… was rescued
yet she faced batteries of anxiety-tests
vanquishing overwhelming pain
of physical and emotional duress
while choosing to let go
and be extricated from her trauma
not abandoning her child, but voluntarily placing him
within the rightful custody the child needed…
Meanwhile, that baby… diagnosed with infantile spasm epilepsy
burdened my heart, and I admitted cringing with fear
when I heard his neuro-pediatrician expressed this prognosis:
“he will progress toward retrogression…”
Being his surrogate Mom, I constantly battled through “what ifs…”
midst skepticism and doubt, attacking my Social worker role
if I could make it as a life-builder to empower another person
against angst of guilt that challenged fulfillment of task…
Currently, the child stays vibrant...
manifesting milestones, even in his prayer life
overcoming disability-pang while giving thanks to God
freely navigating teen-age journey
midst wheel-chair mobility-triumph
socializing through sign language wonders
earning “Most Cheerful and Friendly” awards
along “Most Improved” citation
around our care and love in his Orphanage family...
The last page of his story???
Such is an anticipated victory!
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