When we first split apart
It felt as if there was a gaping hole
In my heart.
Graftage is an art
Where you join the tissues of plants
together,
We are all flowers in God’s hands
Surrender!
He always has a plan
I remind myself
As we rearrange our family tree.
His love abounds
for my children and I
As my family surrounds
These two little lives –
That I created,
But could not continue to raise,
On my own.
There is no shame
In giving them a new home,
Only forgiveness and Grace.
It is bittersweet –
But I want to sing ONLY praise.
We have become a village
Together our flame burns bright
We share the weight of each burden
And magnify each other’s light.
I still have a daughter,
I still have a son,
Two mom’s are better then one.
