Thrown Into My Arms

You were thrown into my arms without a hesitation. Born a gift from God, although your 
earthly father was no good. I can't help but wonder where you are. I sit here thinking about 
the days that I had with you before you were adopted. The warmth of your skin. I loved to 
hold you in my arms. I remember when they threw you into my arms after you were born, 
and you looked me in the eyes. At that moment I knew I was going to cry. The decision was 
made so that you could have a better life, but it hurts deep inside. I gave you up to give you 
a better life and even though I wanted to be selfish and keep you to myself. I knew that I 
could not be a mother that you needed. 17 years old at the time of your birth. I'm now 18 
but I still am not ready to be the mom that you deserve. I'm not even out of high school until 
the end of this month. I wanted the best for you. When you were thrown into my arms at the 
hospital I knew what I had to do. I had to be a mom and do the right thing. So I gave you 
up, knowing that God had other plans for you. May God be with you my child as you grow 
throughout the years. I'm glad that I made this decision for you even though it hurts me so 
dear.

Copyright © Sierra Price | Year Posted 2008

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