she opens her eyes to the face of her love
she feels sound in her arms
she waited so long to see the face of her love
finally to be touched by the voice of her love
she gets rocked to sleep with warmth and comfort
she rest in a peaceful slumber
"wake up little princess its time to go home"
she opens her eyes to confusion
her innocent mind races
who is she?
where am I?
where are you taking me?
why is my love crying?
what did I do wrong?
where are the arms of contentment
where is the voice I knew so well
who is this woman?
where is my love?
why did she not hold on to me tighter?
12 years later
mirror mirror on the wall
tell me who I am
tell me where I came from
her face is faded, but I remember her eyes
the memory is faint but I can feel her touch
the dream is shadowed, but I can still hear her voice
Oh mirror mirror....
do you think she thinks of me?
would she notice my face?
would she know my voice?
would she remember my scent as I do hers?
or am I just a fictional child?
4 comments:
is this about adoption? it is beautiful.
It is about the picture that was painted in your mind.... if adoption was revealed then behold the meaning. :-)
I love this! You are very talented. Thanks for stopping by my blog...looks like we both have a heart for missions (and travelling) =)
and what does the mirror reveal. I see fogiveness extended, even where no failure was committed. I see the mirror begging you to let go of the deceiving shame of the past, to know not only are you remembered, but loved and appreciated by the one who holds and has created the mirror
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