On a spring night many years ago,
My beautiful baby boy was handed to me.
So precious, yet so strong,
Truly a miracle to see.
What a tough choice to make -
A life with me or another mother?
Sometimes the pressures in life are too much to take,
And we are faced with decisions that are difficult to make.
Can I give him a good home? Can I do this on my own?
No, you're too young. You'll do what's right, they say,
And then when he's old enough, you'll see him again some day.
Life does not always work that way.
Sometimes that day never comes.
It tore my heart in two.
All of these years of waiting, and I still cannot see you.
What happened to Mother's Day?
Nobody seems to understand my pain. My loss, her gain.
Even though you were raised by another,
I chose life and a future for you, my son.
I will always be your mother.
Yet, sitting in solemn silence on every Mother's Day,
Ignored by others,
I am the forgotten one,
Not even recognized as a mother.
WRITTEN BY MICHELLE GRANT
DEDICATED TO PHIL
Copyright © 2003 Michelle Grant
