Choose...

How many times have I heard

the word "choose" in this sense?

That I CHOSE not to Parent

a child of my womb.

That I CHOSE not to Love

a piece of my Soul.

That I CHOSE not to hear

his very first laugh.

That I CHOSE not to hold him

deep into the night.

That I CHOSE not to help him

walk his very first step.

What I REALLY did "CHOOSE" was

A family to Love him

as much as they could.

A house to be his home

with his very own bed.

A better Life than I could provide

In my circumstance.

And although I know that I can never have back

those thing that I've never lost.

I know that he has them.

And that must be enough.

To the parents who I "chose". Thank you.

© Cherie Leonard