Chosen Child

By Anonymous

I had to tell you, dearest heart,
That you are not my own
For fear some meddler would impart
The knowledge which is known
That I adopted you to start
A Home for us alone.
I tried to make it clear to you;
I hope you understand
My friends all had a child or two
Their lives seemed full and good,
And there was nothing else to do
But find you if I could.
You see, God did not grant my prayer,
And let me bear a child -
And so, I sought you everywhere
Until the day you smiled,
And snuggled as I stroked your hair,
And you became my child.
No natural mother has a choice
In choosing what she gets;
A boy, a girl, she has no choice
Of blonde or deep brunettes.
Therefore, My Chosen Child, rejoice
And have no vain regret,
Remember, that first day you smiled
I claimed you for my own;
I hope that you are reconciled
To have the secret known
That you are Mother's Chosen Child,
My baby, and mine alone.