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