My Son
I prepped the room for your arrival
Knowing soon a call was near
I ached you didn’t fight for survival
The door opened and your laugh I hear
A small little hand reached to touch my arm
You looked up and I saw your smile
I hoped you hadn’t gone through harm
I knew the wait had been worthwhile
I created a space to keep you safe
A place to grow have fun and play
Difficult to understand that you came to me in waif
Thankful to God I prayed you’d stay
Forever my sweet boy you are to me
Your Mommy I am blessed to be
This poem is about:
My family
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