Dirt Pies
Today, Maya ate a big handful of dirt.
Correlation??
;)
Our journey to adopt our little princess, Maya, from India.
So many wrong decisions in my past, I'm not quite sure
If I can ever hope to trust my judgement anymore.
But lately I've been thinking,
Cause it's all I've had to do.
And in my heart I feel that I
Should give this child to you.
And maybe, you could tell your baby,
When you love her so, that she's been loved before, By someone, who delivered your one,
From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.
If you choose to tell her,
If she wants to know,
How the one who gave her life
Could bear to let her go.
Just tell her there were sleepless nights,
I prayed and paced the floors,
And knew the only peace I'd find,
Was if this child was yours.
And maybe, you could tell your baby,
When you love her so, that she's been loved before,
By someone, who delivered your one,
From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.
This may not be the answer,
For another girl like me.
But I'm not on a soapbox,
Saying how we all should be.
I'm just trusting in my feelings,
And I'm trusting God above,
And I'm trusting you can give this baby
Both her mothers' love.
And maybe, you could tell your baby,
When you love her so, that she's been loved before,
By someone, who delivered your one,
From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.
You are the poem I dreamed of writing,
The masterpiece I longed to paint...
You are the shining star I reached for
In my ever-hopeful quest for life fulfilled.
You are MY CHILD...
Now with all things I am blessed.
~Author Unknown~