Reality

Have you ever held a crack baby?
Three and a half months, yet the size of a newborn.
Prematurely born, recently released from intensive care.
Tiny eyelids slowly open and close, blue eyes roam, trying to focus.
The mother?
In a rehab center.
She's young;
Not married
The father?
Left to find another-
Someone to give him satisfaction without responsibility.
She thought he loved her.
Trusted him,
Loved him,
Wanted to make him happy.
It was a mistake.
It didn't make her happy.
IT JUST MADE THINGS WORSE

Written after holding a crack baby which was under the foster care of a lady in our church, 11/1/95

Heather J Wightman

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