You Offered Me Your Hands
When I was a small baby,
so many years ago,
I had no one.
My birth-mother had changed her mind.
Six months later. .
I got the best parents I could ever hope to find.
It did not matter that I had not been born to them,
because I had always been treated as so.
I never had forgotten that I was loved,
because you had always let me know.
So many years ago, dad died. .
leaving just two.
Dear Mother, forever. .we will be together. .
just me and you.
Copyright © Peggy Boone | Year Posted 2014
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