Grace

Little one with big brown eyes
a nervous smile and chubby thighs
bright red cheeks chapped by the wind
a shrinking soul hidden within

You captured my heart in November
through a tiny whisper on my chest
as if to say I'm still waiting
and God really knows best

I don't know if our eyes will meet
or my hands will hold your little feet
It may be with someone else that your future lies
but always remember I Loved you first
little one with big brown eyes

I wrote this poem after a dream I had in November.
At the time my husband was not on board with the adoption
and didn't know if he would ever be.
I should've known God would provide!