Daughter

The room shrank and ran away as the infant stared up at me

her eyes wanting.

I sat down in the sleeping mats with the other 8 babies, but this child cried.

Only this child. Later we hear it is the way most adoptions happen. God, the baby and

a Universe conspires.

What a Life what a precious

life. Look at her today Lord, look at her.

There is no difference between an adoption and a regular delivery from heaven,

I’ve had both,

the heart tells no lies

tells no lies.

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