This is my child, yet he is not mine-
My flesh and blood, but their sweat and tears.
He carries my genes, yet will be shaped by their personalities-
He lives strong in my heart, but his heart feels for them.
He lives in my fantasies, my dreams-
Yet he's their dream come true, their beautiful and precious reality.
I gave him life, with which he made theirs whole-
I learned so much to love him, that I let him go.
My child, their child, it doesn't make sense.
Yet at the same time-
My child, my dream for him to have better than I could give.
Their child, their dream to give him better than I could give.
My child, so painful the hurt caused by leaving him,
So much grieving,
Yet a world full of happiness in their receiving.
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