I catch myself wondering sometimes What does he look like? Is he tall like his father? Does he still have that angelic face I remember and those smokey blue eyes that haunt my dreams? Sometimes when I am out in the public eye I see a child with golden hair and a smile as bright as the sun and for a moment my heart stops and my mind whirls with the thoughts of long ago. He will never know how much it took from me to give him a better life then the one I could have given him or how he wakes me from a deep sleep with the haunting of the unforgotten memory of our short time together. Someday when he is older he may ask why and someday when he is wiser he may wonder if the woman that he sees on the street could be the one who gave him away but for now in this frame of time..... I wonder what he is doing right now. cpoyright(c)1999 Margaret Williams
Reason for writing:
lets just say its a true story and leave it at that.
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