Looking Out My Window
I sit looking out my window I have so much to give I know that this is just my dream Some say time passes slowly
If you want to see my resume I sit here looking out my window Written after our experience in adoption from Russia. It is dedicated to all those precious children left behind. © B. Matthew Bingham
The 4th time today
wondering who might pass by
And give a look my way
I just need you to say
Come with me my child
This is your lucky day.
It probably will never happen
Like a fish swimming upstream
Each day my chances lessen
But for me it’s much too fast
I know not much time is left for me
To have a family-a home at last
It goes something like this
Born of Mom and Dad this day
Left by them for the rest.
The 5th time today
Wondering who might pass by
And give a look my way