She is my hero.I have a daughter.
Her name is A.
She does not carry my blood,
But she is mine just the same.
Through abuse and assaults,
emotional and physical,
She hurt. She cut. She cried.
She lost her way,
Traveling in the dark,
Voices telling her to vanish,
Losing her faith.
BUT SHE ENDURED.
Finally, gaining a new family and taking control,
accepting love, support, compassion
just because she IS!
Re-gaining faith.
She is my hero.
Tracy,
ReplyDeleteSuch good fortune for A to have found her way through the darkness to your loving arms. Lovely poem. ~ Theresa
Thank you for this poem, and for being A's mom.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing something so close and wonderful with us!
ReplyDeleteLove this line, "She does not carry my blood, But she is mine just the same." A is so lucky to have found you, but I'll bet you feel pretty lucky to have found her. Thanks for sharing.
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