My little boy
His life was so hard
He never knew kindness
His heart bares a scar
My little boy
Wants to cuddle and hug
But a minute or two
And it's back to the rug
He watches his sister
His look says he has learned;
Someone has taught him
Love was not earned
But now, sometimes at night
When his head is quiet and sleepy
Slowly, he crawls to my side
Cautious and creeping
Belief is coming
'The right to love is mine'
He's learning to snuggle
One Day at a Time
This poem was in our Christmas card when Glennie had been with us only about 6 months. Shortly after Christmas, he began to really open up. Now, another year later, he snuggles so close at night, he almost pushes me out of bed. And it isn't unusual for him to climb up and sit his little butt right down on my lap to watch TV and be held. He still holds back at times, but more often now he joins right in and greets right beside Molly and snuggles right in with us. I have to work hard to let all of this be in his past; he has put most of his baggage behind him and I have to remind myself that the past no longer matters. What matters now is his present and his future. If I can forget, it is easier for him to forget.
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