
by: Author Unknown,
I had to tell you Dearest Heart,
that you are not my own;
for fear some meddler would impart that knowledge which is
known-that I adopted you to start a home for us alone.
I tried to make it plain to you.
I hope you understood; my friends all
had one 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 everwhere until the day you smiled and snuggled as I
stroked your hair, and you became my child.
No natural mother has a choice of blondes or deep brunettes.
Therefore, mychosen child, rejoice and have no vain regrets;
remember, that first day you smiled I claimed you for my own.
I hope that youare reconciled to have the secret known;
that you are Mother's chosen child, my child and mine alone.
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