This is my original illustrated poem about the love of a birth mother. I think there are lots different reasons a birth mother gives up a baby. Maybe she was just so young and didn't feel she had the skills and the resources to take care of a child. Maybe she was pressured by her parents. Maybe she was scared. Maybe she never had any kind of family support to help her sort through her options and be there to love and help her. Or maybe it was because their life was just such a mess she couldn't see how this added responsibility could fit in. Whatever the reason, there is often a decision that this is the best thing for this child. And even if it's because they just don't want to take care of a baby, they did carry that baby to the end when they could have ended his or her life. And sometimes turning over that child is best for everyone. No one knows the deep pain that affects a person's choices. But sometimes, something wonderful comes from it. And for those of us who have dreamed of having that baby placed in our arms, that mother gave a gift that we couldn't get without her. That's what this is about.