I'm sitting on pins and needles,

wondering when and if,

I will get pictures of you,

the ones I truly feel are past due to me.

I am waiting,

and it is so hard to wait,

For the social worker

but all I am waiting is for her to

ask them for pictures

of you for me.

Waiting is hard to do,

this is so true,

but they can't ever understand or know,

just how true that is.

If your father does tell the social worker

that I can't have pictures of you,

it is true I will be heartbroken again,

like I was when they took you from me,

but I will hold onto the promise,

that I can contact you when you are older, you see.

But, for now, I am waiting,

and each day I wait,

seems like an eternity,

to get pictures of the son and daughters,

that I can only carry around in my heart,

a son and daughter’s that doesn't know how much they are a part of me.