I found this poem and cried as I thought of our precious son's birth mother. I cannot imagine having to relinquish the rights to my child because I am unable to care for him. The courage and strength that took is astounding to me. She could have selfishly kept him to herself and watched him wither and likely die young from starvation or sickness. But instead, he will have the chance to thrive and blossom. She will not get to see it, but I pray she takes great comfort in knowing that her selfless act gave her son the chance to live.
Once there were two women,
Who barely knew each other.
One is in your heart forever,
The other you’ll call mother.
Two different lives,
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star,
The other became your sun.
The first gave you life,
And the second taught you how to live it.
The first gave you a need for love,
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent,
One gave you the seed of talent,
The other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions,
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
The other dried your tears.
One gave you a family,
It was what God intended for her to do.
The other prayed for a child,
And God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me
Through your tears,
The age old question through the years.
Heredity or environment…
Which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling… neither,
Just two different kinds of love.
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