My Child is Not My Child

They look so peaceful,
Serene, innocent
These sleeping children
Of mine
But for this brief period
Of time
Them just to myself 
I cannot truly bind

Inscribed upon their 
Hearts, their very souls
Is an image of another
By my inner voice
This I am clearly told

Coming through our bodies
As mother, father
But not by us created
They have been stamped
With the face, image of another
In one family, all sisters, brothers
With only one True Father

They are God’s children
I have been given the gift
Of taking temporary care
Each day I must give them wings
So they themselves may upward lift
Their tiny bodies & souls
He commands this is my only goal!

So with each prayer 
Said by the moon’s waning light
I must release them 
With a heavy sigh
Upward thru the skies
Into the all-loving hands of 
Our Truest Father’s Power & Might!
 

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