I look for you, but I don’t know your face.
I listen for you when the children play,
But I’ve never heard your laughter.
I hear one crying, calling for Momma,
I wonder if you’re doing the same.
Crying. Wondering who will come to your aid.
I look for you.
I miss you, but I’ve never touched your skin.
Mother’s day leaves me feeling empty-armed once again.
How many mothers Day’s have you spent motherless?
Will you believe with me that God makes beauty from the ashes?
That someday our aching hearts will be united?
Until then, you’re as close as a heartbeat, even while the miles separate.
I miss you.
I love you, you are the child of my heart.
I dream of you, while I sleep and when I am awake.
No blood line but the blood of Jesus is required,
To make us family, and you belong forever.
I will fight, through blood and sweat and tears;
Whatever it takes, child. Whatever it takes.
I love you.
Dedicated to all the motherless children. And specifically those who, God providing, will one day claim the Lahman name.