Modern-Day Orphans

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My words are few. Just prayers. So many prayers. Prayers for tiny fingers that were meant to be wrapped around a mama’s, and in so doing, to feel love and care.

Loving sometimes means being cared for by another until the one who grew you in her drug-filled womb can get the help she needs. And you. You wait, wrapped in the warmth of a foster mama’s touch. Learning another mother’s heartbeat. Kindest of strangers, who brought you to her arms.

Just days old. Days.

And this busted-up world brings you this:

Withdrawals.

Tiny One, your hope-story is as fresh as your newborn scent. You are a beginning, and hope stretches down like a temporary mother’s fingers and embraces long, a grip of love.

Covering you in prayer, Tiny One.

Prayer and tears.

Hold on.

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