A Mothers Heart cries in the darkness of her soul for the child she so longs for. No one can hear her or see her it’s a secret place that no one must know she hides her fears in this darkness with the pain each day as if a wrench was being taken upon her soul and crushing it tight that she would hold her chest in fear that she would die with this pain and never get to meet her child one day. As the years wonder by the fear is still among her darkness crushing her soul like the waves that smash among the rocks on the ocean’s edge and then wash away and slowly disappear and she becomes sadder once again knowing it’s another day wondering where her child might be is he ok what is he doing is he happy is he thinking of her too? Does he wonder what she Looks like or how she smelt next to him as she held him in her arms when he was born, her child oh how she longs to hold him his hands look into your eyes ! She never got to hold her baby or look at him and hold his little hands and count his little toes and kiss him on his cheek and tell him that she was in love with him her child the child she might never meet or ever see. He was taken away from her as if she had no soul as if she didnt matter as if her tears didnt have any meaning as if she didnt have a voice a voice to name her baby, her baby who would grow to know another women as his mother This was not fair she didnt know her child was within her own soul, growing, getting to know his mommies voice, her laughter, her cry’s her joys all that he heard while developing the bond within her as she became in her final hour of birthing, she cried with joy and she cried with fear she knew that her child would be taken never to return again. Her spirit weaken with the fear of darkness as if the tide ripping thru the cliffs had taken her breath away her tears had fallen she knew the fear, the fear she couldnt fight back in a strange town with no one around to help her fight and run with her child, SHE was alone her child taken, stolen, never to be seen. Never to be spoken of among her relatives she had visited that summer in 1973 5,10,15,20,30,now forty years has passed her by things haven’t changed within her heart she’s cried for years, prayed that someday she will know her son and he will hear her story and know that she always thought of him and loved him with all her heart and soul. Never did she want to let him go he was her little angel & she is still waiting for you so if you’re out there please contact her, me your mother Theresa Lujan (Surname) Segues-Free I love you I called YOU Angel Born in: Del Rio Tex between June 16 to 24th 1973 Born in a Home : 604 Cuellar St Right on the same property as the Church of Our Lady of Guadalupe Delivered by a family Doctor Taken away by a priest of that church Father Diaz. I am sure you were taken to another state and given a different birthdate and a false certificate? Your Mom & Dad both 15 at the time of your birth, both from So.Cal you are Latino /Pilipino. Ive dreamed of you all these years son & prayed the Dear Lord above would hear my heart & give you back to me someday. I will always love you my Angel & with everybreath I take I take hoping in you.
Posted on: Fri, 13 Jun 2014 08:49:26 +0000
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