A/N: This is inspired by a brother and sister whom I met at an orphanage while visiting in the Ukraine. The little girl thought hat I was her mother, and I only got to visit her twice. I would adopt her today if I could, but she and her brother aren't up for adoption. I pray for her daily and love them so much that my heart aches. This poem is for them.
If I Never Knew You...
Is my heart really the worst kind of weapon?
Rather, it is the worst kind of emotion,
When I feel the tear of the seperation from you.
I can still hear you cries, still feel your grasp on my shirt,
Yet I let you go and walked away-
Crying because of the fresh abandonment I'd just brought you.
Is it better that we met?
Or would I have not caused your tears?
But you see, if I never knew you -
I wouldn't have a little girl who thinks I'm her mom.
I wouldn't have this heartbreak,
I wouldn't cry if I thought about you too much,
I wouldn't miss you so,
I wouldn't have you and your brother in my memory.
If I never knew you,
I would never have a clue
As to what