Not even a week old is my little joy;
but here I am looking at you.
Your two brown eyes looking up at me;
your two arms stretching to the sky,
with me you'll always stay.
Innocent as anything,
a newborn baby smiling.
I wonder why I didn't want you.
My little joy;
my little Isabella are you.
Holding you in my arms;
feeling complete for once in a long time.
I am barely an adult,
but I'll take care of you until the end.
I could never let you go now.
I wonder why I didn't want you.
The day is over,
and what a day it was.
A new life, a new beginning.
I brought you into this world,
and I'll raise you with my all.
Nothing will ever make me happier,
than having my Isabella to hold.
I wonder why I didn't want you.
Author notes
My friend since middle school just had a baby girl. She was going to put Isabella up for adoption but changed her mind. I saw the connection and the way she looked at her newborn baby and had to write. This is what I wrote for her.
Does something tug at you?
Comments
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It's amazing how little things can change our minds about the most important decisions we'll ever make. I'm expecting, and had a bit of trouble dealing with it to begin with but once he started kicking me and I heard his heart beat, I knew there was no turning back (I was also thinking of adoption). I hope more of a connection happens once he's in my arms, as what your friend experienced.
This write was a joy to read and I wish you and your friend the best of luck
ox
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