Soft little hands touching my face.
Turning me to them, holding my attention.
"Mama, you're so special to me, Mama, I love you."
This is why I'm here, my reason for carrying on.
I love you too my precious little man.
The room is warm and dim,
Soft mummers and gentle encouraging words:
"Almost there-- your baby is coming."
Reaching down, I feel your soft head, tears come to my eyes,
I have touched you for the first time.
A wave of emotions, a surge of strength,
there you are, I draw you to me, I lay you on my chest.
Miracle of God, perfect beauty.
I hear your voice, I shed tears of joy
You are my dream come true.
Tender hearts- eager to please. Sitting, waiting to be reached out to.
Waiting to be special, waiting to be noticed.
You smiled, you reached, you touched, you cared.
You were just what they were longing for.
Their tender heart you held so easily.
One touch and you have it all.
Who's my daddy?
He doesn't know.
It's not that his dad isn't around or that he doesn't see him.
It's that his dad never took the time to form a bond with him.
His dad didn't bother to wipe a tear, to give a kiss, to share a special time.
His dad was there, in the same room, he even called him Papa-
did that mean anything to that little boy?
No, it was just another name-- the name didn't have a special meaning.
His dad could step out of his life and he would never know, never miss him- probably never remember.
Who's his daddy?
The first guy to step up to bat, if the guy hit the ball he threw, that is who he would think is his daddy.
Dancing around the room, shouts of glee.
Big bright eyes, beautiful smiles.
Laughter echoing through our home.
Something is missing in their little lives.
Someone.
A connection.
For them I would do anything.
For them I would lay down my life.
But I am unable to give them that one thing....
A dad.
A dad to look up to.
A dad they can brag about and be proud of.
A dad willing to take time with them--
a dad that wants them as much as they want him.
Please God, give them a dad.
Soft voices. Games of pretend.
Uninhibited excitement. Living life to the fullest.
Enjoying every minute.
Everything is black or white. Right or wrong. Truth or lie.
Take things as they are. Acceptance.
Being content to know, whether understanding it or not.
Seeing beauty in everything~
as they step into the overgrown backyard and
all the blooming dandelions.
