December 2020

In my arms I held 
The most precious thing 
Known to mankind 

With ten little fingers 
And ten little toes 
Hair of brown and eyes of blue 

So little and fragile 
I didn’t want to let go 

As she looked up at me 
With such uncertain eyes 
She gave out a little cry 
There I knew I had to let go 

I placed her in the arms 
Of one that could not bear her own 
But could give her all I could not 

This person I know will take great 
Care of her 
Her life will be happy and secure 
This I trust with faith and love 

She will grow to understand 
It was out of love for her 
That with a kiss on the cheek 
I placed her in the arms 
Of the one she will call mother 

© Sharon Roberts