Micropoetry
A poem
They placed you in my arms,
a bundle of new life.
Wide eyes taking in this unfamiliar world.
Not from my womb, but meant to be mine.
Together we learned
the rhythms of mother and child.
Your first steps, first words in this new home.
I marvelled at your blossoming,
this bud not of my branch.
As you grew, questions came.
Where did I come from? Who were they?
Why did they give me away?
I held you close at night until the doubts receded.
Whispered of your adoption
as a covenant of love.
You were chosen, I remind you.
Out of all others, you were chosen.
Now on the cusp of adulthood,
you still wonder.
I see it in your gaze
when you think yourself unwatched.
My chosen one, there are no answers,
only the journey itself.
My arms remain open,
waiting to embrace the child
who found her way to me.
Not flesh of my flesh,
but home to my heart.
