The Infinite Connection

Wrapped up in white and draped in lace,

an infant was handed to a mother with grace.

It was not her child; she couldn’t conceive,

so she reached for the angels to make her believe

that one day, she would have the child she prayed for

to teach, enlighten, encourage, and adore.

You see, this woman’s heart was full, but womb infertile

and her full heart ached, it was something maternal.

Then a letter arrived that her wish would be granted

and in that moment, the seed of motherhood was planted.

She had waited so long for two to be three,

now together with her husband, they would be a family.

The new parents, when given their daughter,

could now call themselves a mother and father.

Gazing into her eyes of yellows and greens,

a tender twinkle back said it was meant to be.

A gift from the universe, a precious benefaction

With a lifetime of kinship, love, and compassion.

Not far away, a teenage girl with a broken heart

could not have imagined her anguish of being apart

from the child she carried for almost a year

and relinquished with sadness, sorrow, and fear.

It was a decision she made for both of their futures

And hoped that someday, her child would forgive her.

She made a misjudgement, a naive mistake;

she created new life and now had to be brave.

The expectant, young mother was shamed and exiled,

but would endure what she had to for the love of her child.

The decision was clear after weighing her options

and with a grief-stricken heart, gave her up for adoption.

Mother and baby would not see each other again

as their lives moved forward in different directions.

Through all continuance, what they would never know,

while existing in the midst of adoption’s shadow,

is that they would always share an enduring connection.

It was indestructible on the day of conception.

Would they ever come to realize

that a maternal bond could not be compromised?

They both wondered often, with interchangeable reflection

if the other one regarded them with love and affection.

Never known, through every year that passed with time,

not one day went by without the other in mind.

That infant grew into a softhearted woman

and never once felt there was a thing to be forgiven.

Just hope that her birth mother came to understand

that remarkable conclusions do come unplanned.

Life is a gift, and with every passing season,

we realize that everything happens for a reason.