Chat With an Unwed Mother

She said, “It’s a sin.”
Her daughter,
that beautiful baby
girl.

A sin in the eyes
of a Church that
the drugs pulled her
away from so viciously
that repentance only came
with her daughter’s
baptism.

A sin in the eyes
of her family,
devout and unforgiving
in true, religious form.
Acceptance found only
after two years
of toddler smiles and
curious giggles.

I shook my head,
taking a sip of my
drink before typing my
response.

Your baby girl
is the blessing you needed.
The wonder of a
new life to save
the very tired and abused
one you called normal.
Your baby girl
is your reason to live,
your reason to
find God again.

I let it sit on the screen,
waiting.

“So…
…
your kid…you don’t think
you’ve made a mistake?”

I grin.

I think I’ve been blessed.

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