Godmother Poem by Carolyn Vuletic

When I hold her I often CAN'T let her go
She's s perfect, each perfection her own
I remember how we fought for her, for her to have life
To have a chance
I know I'm not her mom
She is not mine, just my responsibility
I see her mothers passion in her eyes
And her fathers humility in all she does
And I realise she's still not mine
I promised to be sincere in my thougths and have the honesty
to raise her as if she were my own
But shes not my own
And I look back to what I will never have and all that I lost
I remember the faith and dreams and hope I once had
and realise it just was not meant to be
I wasn't allowed that privellage for a reason
A reason foreign to me
... but she reminds me every day