The adopted child: As quietly in her mothers arms she lay, She - TopicsExpress



          

The adopted child: As quietly in her mothers arms she lay, She envisioned she was there to stay, She did not hear her mother begin to pray, As the hands of fate stole her away. She was place alone in a gloomy room. She screamed as she sensed the impending doom. She longed for the security of the sacred womb. Her crying stops her senses reach around, Searching for a familiar smell or sound, Seeking the breast where milk abounds. She quietly whimpers when no mother is found. The heartbeat is missing that familiar throb, Her whimpering subsides to a muffled sob. The people pass by just doing their job. In this crib the child will lay, Eternally grieving that fateful day.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 16:04:13 +0000

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