Steeped in the alcohol of your mother's womb
Brain cells damaged, dying. Indomitable spirit soaring. Born, life, laughter, generosity
Limits.
The laugher of girlhood, the gift of smiles, laughter, mischief.
The curse of demon impulse, thoughtless, careless.
Passing to your child love, life, laughter, happiness.
Forgetting in a careless moment that all that can be snuffed out, denied, deadened, killed.
Can I do less than offer him the chance at better than what you were given, whatever the cost to you, beloved little child of my heart? Can I do less than stand for him, against the damage done to you (Oh, not your fault, my beloved, NOT YOUR FAULT!! But still, your responsibility!) to care for this innocent one, this beloved of mine and yours, and offer him better??
Oh, GOD! To make me choose between the child I love and the child I have not met, and choose...a better life for him, I hope, I pray, oh LORD I pray! Please!
Let this little grandson, whom I have never seen, let him live a life of grace and peace with a family who clearly already loves him, and will care for him all of his life. Let my beloved girl learn to love him enough to keep him safe.
Give the courts the gift of sight for him as well. And give us all peace.
Amen.
DeeDee
