The Child that Wasn't Mine

by

Faye Hoffman

She held out her arms,
of blue blankets to see.
I reached out and took him,
to hold closer to me.

I looked into his tiny face,
of big brown eyes,and dark black hair.
A different looking child,
of a different race.

She asked me to take him,
as she rushed out he door.
she said she couldn't pay someone,
to watch him anymore.

I wondered how a Mother,
could give so easily,
of her own flesh and blood,
to a stranger,she'd never seen.

Time went by unnoticed.
The mother decided to leave.
The weeks turned into months,
he became part of my family.

I've rocked him every sleepless night,
to his favorite melody.
Held him and loved him,and took good care of him.
He's now a part of me.

(He is my child,and I am his Mother)

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