![]() AbbyA Poem by *Rain*![]() This is the story of me giving up my youngest daughter for adoption. (true)![]()
She sits alone, the hard chair cold. Nervously, she twists the ring on her finger. Her eyes wander down to the band of gold. Her eyes fill up, and her doubts begin to linger. Before she can let her emotions lead her feet, A woman walks up to her, young, and kind. She shakily stands and leaves her seat, Mentally willing her fears to stay behind. They enter an office, cozy and warm, As they are seated, she is asked to speak, Gathering her composure as her thoughts swarm, Despite her best efforts, the tears begin to leak. “I have a baby now, and he said he’d be there, But now I’m entirely on my own, And a baby and a toddler would be too much to bear, If I have to do it all alone. So I came for help, to see if you could, Help me find a family for this baby girl. As long as there’s one who maybe would, Let me be a part of her world.” “I have a few, if you’d like to look” And she handed the girl profiles to check out. Her eyes stopped searching when she saw the 3rd book, “This in the one!” she said, “Without any doubt!” They met that evening, and talked all night, She was thrilled to have found two people so great. “We’d love for your baby to become our little light, We are so excited we can hardly stand to wait!” Their wait wasn’t long, the baby came soon after, Their lives are complete, and she’s well taken care of, Their days are filled with her wonderful laughter, And all of their world’s are filled with love. The girl is now married, with more babies on the way, She sees her daughter often, and can easily tell, Her gift is the joy and highlight of their every waking day, And so our story now ends well. © 2009 *Rain*Author's Note
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5 Reviews Added on December 1, 2008 Last Updated on March 30, 2009 Author![]() *Rain*MIAboutI am addicted to the written word, the spoken word, well, just words in general, quite really. I'm sarcastic, but I care. My writing is an outward expression of the thoughts that constantly tumble thr.. more..Writing
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