Cambridge Keenan (Ontario, Canada)
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I bore you in my womb,
God brought you forth on the day you were to be born,
He chose me as your mom because I had the perfect DNA to make you all you are,
Also he chose your father, for his DNA to create you just to his specifications.
He molded you through our hands to be loving and kind,
We did our best as parents to please you, to keep you safe and sound...
To protect you, to guide you, to encourage you...
You had a beautiful home, where visitors came often and willingly,
They came joyfully and wantingly...
They brought you more love, laughs and compassion...
They too helped form you.
We gave you brothers and sisters so you would never have to walk the world alone,
You had good meals, good medical, dental, eyes...
We never took a holiday for ourselves but instead took the money to buy your school needs for Sept would come so fast...
We set the table with love and gratitude filling our hearts
You were precious..more precious that diamonds...
You were costly....more costly than gold...
You are beautful...more beautiful than diamonds
And nothing we desired compared to you...
You are now thriving and arriving at your own destination in life.
I see you happy and successful, healthy and content
What more could a mother ask? ?
I would have loved that we would continue to share life with you at least on some cooperative, respectful level,
Since you have chosen the extreme measure to evict me from your life,
I have had to come to acceptance, sadly,
And with great difficulty.
My life goes on...
I have also moved on with an open heart praying and hoping one day...
You might contact me...
And start a new chapter in your life that would include me....just a little....sometimes
I love you my adult children...
Always and Forever
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