Holding the Orphin no more...

Barron woman sixteen years

Holding the orphan no more.

Hearts one.

This child held Mothers thumb

as on train home from Russia

Tender hearts beating as in a womb.

Daughter snuggles so close and adores her.

Whispers mother...

you are mine I am yours

I belong to you and you to me.

Warmth... her breadth takes time back.

Seven months left wanting that tiny lonely babe.

Watching as workers would passed her by.

Oh how many longing days years passed.

Wanting someday to hold her. This babe alone.

So late in the night mother is still

beside her half grown daughter.

Holding this spiritual infant.

Just as she so longed to do

healing wounds shared common.

There is nothing more

She would rather do.

Distract her not not even in thought

for all of her is present.

Under the wing her child rests.

Both are more than every one blessed

Greater love

never seen.

Barren mother of many.

Holding her orphan no more.

A Holy God HAS evened the score.

by Donetta