as she stares out her window.
look'n afar , she holds a baby in her arms ,
only seven. days old. he looks to her for nurture and care.
she can't help but cry. because inside.she knows .
this will be the last day.
she is going to be able to hold him
she musters up everything she has
she knows if she keeps him . he simply won't last
the inner conflict as she stands outside of the orphanage
to give him up. or to destroy him
looking down she whispers his name.
she knows by doing this . she will be the reason he breathes
the softness of his skin.
the curls in his hair.
his brown eyes,
the clothing he wears.
forever placed in her memory
it was hard for her to see,with the tears in her eyes
she loved her son so much,she couldn't say good bye
and as her grasp loosened
she could hardly speak.
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her love . her heart.
she couldn't part
its something she couldn't take
she can't do it again.
how can she go on this way?