Friday, January 8, 2010

Clock keeps ticking

The clock keeps ticking, but the phone hasn't sounded that joyful alarm yet. Roger programmed our cell phone with a special ringtone for our social worker. When she calls we will immediately know it is her because of the happy melody.
I'm trying to put the thought out of my mind that it could happen today. But how does a person do that? How does a person go about their day without thinking of that life-changing moment that could happen anytime?
For now I will go about my day with the phone on my hip and hope in my heart.
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Someday Mom

As a girl I had a common dream, to be a mom someday.

My baby would have eyes of blue and hair the hue of hay.

But now my dreams have been transformed. New visions fill my head.

Now the tresses that I long to stroke are raven black instead.

And in my dreams those eyes are not so big or blue or round.

Now in my dreams they're almond shape and colored cocoa brown.

And in my dream my arms can stretch across enormous seas.

They reach half-way around the world and hold you close to me.

As you grow in your mother's womb, carefully knit together,

Your also growing in my heart, where you will stay forever.

And in my dreams the moment that your mother says good-bye,

I'll be right there to comfort you and hold you as you cry.

Our features may not look alike; we're different as can be.

But still I know the Father has created you for me.

And though I've not yet seen your face, or held your tiny hands,

And though we're half a world apart in very different lands.

I'll be right there to get you just as soon as God allows.

But til he says the time is right I give to you this vow.

I'll pray for your protection every night on bended knee

for God will hold you in his arms, until you're home with me!