Saturday, October 2, 2010

A Child Like Me?

With saddened eyes and head bent low,
It's damaged goods most see.
With my unclear past and broken heart,
Who would want a child like me?

I watched her walk into the room,
From a distance I can see.
But dare I take a closer step?
Who would want a child like me?

And then I see her look my way.
She smiles so tenderly.
But do I even dare to drean,
She would want a child like me?

Amd then, as if I spoke out loud,
She approaches cautiously.
I try so hard to once believe,
She will want a child like me.

But dare I once let down my guard,
And trust that she will see,
Hiding beneath the old stained shirt,
Is a beautiful child like me?

My smile, they say, lights up a room.
I'll be good, as good can be.
Oh, please, dear God, let her want
A special child like me.

I feel her hand reach out for mine,
And within her eyes I see,
A single, tiny, shining tear,
Could she want a child like me?

And when she takes me in her arns,
With a warmth so pure and new,
She says the words I've prayed to hear,
"The child I want is you".

I have been reading Chicken Soup for the Adoped Soul and was moved to tears by thie entry...It reminded me so much of the first time we met Annabelle... her head bent down, eyes lowered until I gently probed her chin and saw those gorgeous eyes... She looked at us while the Director of the Baby House read a report about an unclear history, so many risks.. .so many unknowns.. and yet, we already knew everything we needed to know in our hearts. Thank you so much, Annabelle... for accepting "a mom like me".

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