February brought my little boy
My pride and joy.
You were the third of my treasures
And my love for you can never be measured.
I think of you each day
And remember you every time I pray.
Dakota,I love,that's why I had to walk away
But son,I hope we'll be together someday.
You were 11 and a half months old,when I found you a better home
And when I signed those papers,I felt so all alone.
I'll always hold you close to my heart
But,son,you deserved a better start.
I hope you grow up and locate me
For,I live for the day,my son,I'll see.
Copyright © 2004 Sara M. Ward
