My Blessed child

Just wanted to stop and share something I wrote about a month or so ago. Some of you have read this before and for some it will be a new experience for you.

My Blessed Child

My child, my love.

You are my gift.

The one I never dreamed of.

So sweet and pure

With a smile to light the room

when the world seems a blur.

I could hold you tight

And never let go

but then again I think I won’t

for that just wouldn’t be right.

You are a teacher, a mover, a mind-changer

You will likely never know a stranger.

47 chromosomes have made you blessed

To change the world

on our shoulders the task now rests.

For a little while longer

I will hold close and show you the way

Then I will set you free

and then smile and say,

“Now go change the world my blessed child.”

by Christie Taylor

April 23, 2009