
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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