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Safe Surrender Called Naomi

I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new, The nine months and few hours in my arms held, are far as I can go. Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you. I must let go tiny fingers born in pain of child birth as you withdrew, And sure my brown eyed girl will find a family with love to grow. I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new. Away now I must go, from new born dappled in soft rosy hue, I pray they will be kind and bring a joy I'll never know. Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you. The station door now lit, no longer hides my tears from view, Though fragile life started off in painful plan only God could bestow. I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new. The days go by slowly in whispered memory of winds that coldly blew, and sound of a child's cries, left bereft, a bitter pill to swallow. Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you. I saw you once again on TV with your loving parents who adopted two. So wonderful they call you Naomi, though loss seemed only a moment ago. I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new, Your fireman guardian angel will protect and find a home for you.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/23/2021 4:20:00 PM

I swear I have seen ALL your poems. I kept clicking around and ended up here where i have read this one before too. Anyway, I decided to read your first five or six quotes that are listed under your poetry page. So interesting. I did not even know we could do that. I came up with a quote the other day about this stupid pandemic stuff and I already forgot it. DANG. I could have put it in my quotes!!! why the heck didn't I write it down!!! that is what I get for trusting my memory

Funom Makama

Date: 1/10/2020 11:16:00 AM

Delicious lines, your imagery and creativity are royal sisters. Nice reading from the pen of your mind. Happy 2020.

Tara Dawn

Date: 1/9/2020 5:04:00 PM

My goodness. How beautifully grey and sadly hopeful. Outta the park again, guy.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/25/2019 6:13:00 AM

Beautiful write.

Brenda Chiri

Date: 12/18/2019 7:50:00 AM

So touching my friend!;)

Eve Roper

Date: 12/14/2019 1:27:00 PM

This is so heartwarming, I assume you are talking about puppies or kittens, to be rescued and adopted out. I enjoyed your verse. Hugs

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/15/2019 12:14:00 PM

Eve, Thank you for the comment. -Richard

Hello There

Date: 12/13/2019 11:53:00 PM

This piece tries to yank the heart right out of the chest. I've come back to learn it is based on truth and want to express how tenderly you have handled the circumstances, offering respect to the mother rather than chastising. We often judge a decision like this negatively, rather than sympathize for one of the greatest sacrifices that can be made...Bravo, poet...

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/15/2019 12:17:00 PM

Hello Hello, Thank you for that comment. I wanted to give a voice to one who would remain unknown. -Richard

Vijay Pandit

Date: 12/13/2019 7:44:00 AM

This is so so touching--so heartfelt, Richard. Loved the form you used to deliver the feeling so effectively.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/15/2019 12:25:00 PM

Vijay, Thank you for that comment. The Villanelle flow can find a way. -Richard

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 12/12/2019 2:41:00 PM

Sad and tender story, flows smoothly-

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/15/2019 12:26:00 PM

Michelle, Thank you for reading and for leaving this comment. -Richard

James Horn

Date: 12/12/2019 7:26:00 AM

Now there are a lot of comments, So for bad breath must take mints, And also dump, Donald Trump, When prince happens to be Pence.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/15/2019 12:32:00 PM

Jim, Thanks for the comment. I appreciate you and all you've done. -Richard

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/5/2019 6:06:00 AM

I am so glad the mother knew what to do, and left her baby in the care of men and women who would nurture her, and find her a good home. It is a story I hear often and so much better than letting a child starve to death or grow up in a drug den. Nicely done! Wonderfully enlightening.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/15/2019 12:41:00 PM

Caren, Thank you for that. Yes, the outcome could've been different. Only the passing of the days & years will tell of a different homecoming. -Richard

Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 12/4/2019 3:45:00 AM

I'm so sorry to leave you dear, hard to say good bye to one so new..../// brilliantly penned; impressive writings

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/15/2019 12:36:00 PM

Mahtab, Thank you for this comment friend. I always feel welcomed in your house of poetry. -Richard

Juliet Ligon

Date: 12/1/2019 11:26:00 PM

This is very touching and you did a get job of telling the tale. It must be so difficult for someone to be in that situation.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/8/2019 6:24:00 PM

Juliet, Thanks for reading this poem. You were born with a poet name. Makes my day just to write to you. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/1/2019 3:26:00 PM

I had not heard of this story before. It was wonderfully touching.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/8/2019 6:21:00 PM

Andrea, Thanks for that comment. The story that almost never was..,perhaps. -Richard

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 12/1/2019 12:44:00 PM

Richard, How moving, how touching, how kind and how this write tore at my heartstrings. What a blessing that you saw on TV that she was adopted and to a loving family who call her Naomi, and now, so can you! A brilliant write my friend. Hugs, Jennifer.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/1/2019 1:59:00 PM

Jennifer, First, thanks for the wonderful and insightful comments. Hugs right back at ya. My thoughts go out to Naomi's birth mother. You can only have one of those. Will they ever cross paths again I wonder, and will she know her? That would be my foolish hope. I will always remember this and thank the brave, kind firemen of Station 75. -Richard

Heidi Sands

Date: 12/1/2019 12:01:00 PM

Wow, what an excellent poem! I felt every word of it. So well written :)

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/1/2019 1:35:00 PM

Heidi, Thanks for this comment. I enjoyed your wonderfully meaningful poem 'I Already Know' this morning. And gladder to see the morning now. -Richard

Panagiota Romios

Date: 12/1/2019 8:00:00 AM

A knock it out of the park pooem, dear Richard. How moving! Panagiota Should be a POTD!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/1/2019 1:38:00 PM

Panagiota, Thank you for the comment. And thanks for all the great poems you wrote throughout the year. -Richard

Gershon Wolf

Date: 11/30/2019 7:53:00 PM

Happy ending,... all now well. Thanks, Lindsay! Season's best, Gershon

Quoth Theraven
Date: 12/14/2019 12:58:00 AM

Gershon, Thank you for the comment. No pressured intent... but I don't feel a poem has found it's mark unless you say so. -Richard

Franci Hoffman

Date: 11/28/2019 7:25:00 PM

Richard, your poem is sad and heartfelt yet joyful. Many emotions wrapped up in a brilliant piece. Happy holidays!

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/29/2019 11:46:00 PM

Franci, Thank you for that comment. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours (even if a little late). -Richard

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 11/26/2019 6:26:00 PM

Brilliant poem, Q! The joy inside the sadness is the love behind the tears. Such a splendid Villanelle. Your quill voice shines golden. Love and best wishes for the holiday.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/26/2019 11:54:00 PM

Thanks, what a wonderful comment Freddie. If you haven't had to melt snow for water or huddle around a stove for warmth with your brothers and sisters you haven't lived. May God bless all the children this Thanksgiving. -Richard

Silent One

Date: 11/26/2019 1:52:00 PM

Well this is actually sad... but its nice when a young child finds a good family...

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/26/2019 11:49:00 PM

Thanks Silent One. -Richard

Chris Green

Date: 11/25/2019 9:15:00 AM

Such a sad and heart touching poem. Wow, you sure did pour it all out in this one.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/25/2019 11:22:00 AM

Chris, Thank you for this comment. I could never imagine this, no. You can check out the real story. "One evening in March 2015, an anonymous woman rang the doorbell of the Station 75 fire department in Santa Ana, California. ‘I Need To Give You My Baby’. -Richard

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 11/24/2019 9:00:00 PM

A heartfelt write that takes the spotlight Richard! Sometimes the kindest thing a body can do is let go. Beautifully penned! Have a happy holiday! : ) xxoo

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/25/2019 11:07:00 AM

Connie, Thank you for the comments. I hope we remember to give thanks for all we have this season. -Richard

Sandra Adams

Date: 11/24/2019 6:47:00 PM

so sad but i guess some people don't know how to cope and raise a child, some are just children themselves...sometimes the child's better off, sometimes not... well penned poem Richard! hugs

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/25/2019 11:06:00 AM

Sandra, Thank you for the comments. Better off is where this tale took me. BTW, It is based on a true surrender. Happy Holidays. -Richard

M. L. Kiser

Date: 11/24/2019 5:41:00 PM

Somewhat sad but, well penned with feeling; beautiful sentiments.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 11/25/2019 11:02:00 AM

M.L., Thank you for that comment. Sad? It is sadness personified. But there's a message of courage to be gleaned too. -Richard