Poem from a Birth Mother

ON THE WINGS OF A PRAYER

I set you free on the wings of a prayer

To fly through life in His tender care,

You're free from the nest and the ties that are bound

Free from the pressures I carry around.

If I kept you I'd only be cutting your wings,

Not offering the chance a true family brings.

The decision I've made has my heart torn in two,

But I know what I'm doing is the best thing for you.

The sky is so vast, the mountains so high

Take wing and remember:

I love you.

Goodbye.

--LISA BOTE-PHILLIPS, a birth mother