Born from My Heart

A Miracle given to me from above,
brought together through acts of love.
A beautiful baby born from my heart,
I loved you from the very start.

Your name they say means “destiny”,
it is so true, it was meant to be.
I close my eyes, I try to imagine,
life without you, I just cannot fathom.

The women who love you, here are two,
one who gave you life, the other would die for you.
Now you are surrounded by so much love,
parents, siblings, and God from above.

Hand in hand, we will always be,
completing our own special family.
Your fingers are brown and mine are white,
intertwined together, it feels so right.

Some people may not understand you see,
blinded by their own lack of reality.
Only their loss, ignorance no part of us,
thoughts scarred by their own prejudice.

My children, my life, all a part of me,
born from my heart, where you’ll always be.
Born from my heart, a birth like no other,
I am so blessed to be your mother.

My dream you grow up feeling complete,
smothered with love from everyone you meet.
And please remember if doubts come from another,
that you are my daughter, and I am your mother.

(I wrote this poem to my daughter, Nyalaree Veasna Hansen, after she came home to us from Cambodia in April of 2002.)

© Cynthia Hansen