Someone Once Asked Me

Someone Once Asked Me

Someone once asked me

and

I didn't lie,

"Why would you go there,

I don't understand why?"

It wasn't my choice

I wanted to say,

It was a force so powerful

I could not stray.

You see...

there's a little girl

who is way across the sea,

who needs to be held,

who needs a mommy like me.

She looked at me strange.

She didn't understand.

So I smiled and just said,

"This was his hand."

I don't know why

he chose this for me,

but I'm glad that he did.

It's his plan you see.

You see...

I need a daughter to fill a space

That's within my heart,

an empty space that will not part.

I think about her when I open my eyes,

as I go about my day

and when I lie to pray.

I pray she had a bedtime snack,

that someone tucked her in.

When she wakes scared at night,

that arms are there to hold her tight.

So...

to answer your question,

"My Daughter is There."

I don't expect you to understand.

You have to be chosen to get that part,

to feel that love within your heart.

How lucky and blessed

am I don't you see,

to have been that one.

He picked me!

So...

when you see me out and about,

just smile and remember this,

He placed a child within my heart.

He was the one right from the start.

He lead me to a foreign land.

He helped me take her by the hand.

Bonnie Brentnall

Dec 1, 2006

while awaiting provincial approval