Little Hands

(Recently a wonderful young woman shared this poem with me. Her drawing touched my heart. I would like to share her words and art with you today.)

mirandas pic

Little hands and little feet
God’s creation simple ‘n sweet.

Beautiful children under His care
Specifically created – every last hair

Harm should never come to one so small
But who would have guessed, he’d never grow tall.

He was an inconvenience.
He was an embarrassment.

He was a hindrance.
They disregarded his brilliance.

He was torn from the womb.
Without a second glance.

He had no choice.
He gets no second chance.
(drawing and words by Miranda L., 2014)


  1. This connects with me deeply. Precious, precious little ones. Precious, precious moms trying to escape. And a good deal of lies and misinformation surrounds it all. Heartbreaking. Redeemable, still. ❤


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