A Waltz Without A Touch

Being a foster-adopt mom has challenges and feelings that I never imagined.  Is it just me, or is there an awkwardness that happens between a foster-adopt mother and child or a foster-adopt father and child in the process of that bond forming? This ebb and flow relationship reminds me of the mother-son dance when the son gets married, except there is an unspoken unseen, yet kind of felt (at least at this point) chasm in 

the middle. The Waltz Without a Touch for me is that visual display of that awkwardness. I do not profess to be a poet, but for this moment it was what the Lord put in my Spirit to express what was going on in my heart, what was going on in my soul.  

It's a waltz without a touch.

It's the presence of you, that person...

but do I really mean that much???

It's the how long will you be here in my life?

Is it alright to say, "I Love You So Much" 

Even though your life is, was, or still may be

kind or rough. 

How do we get past this moment? These moments

will they ever feel real, 

like you are my son and I am your mom, 

like you are my son, and there's a real bond...

or do we continue to waltz without a touch. 

Author Brittney Williamson