I was chatting with a coworker that I am doing another surrogacy and shared with him a photo from our meeting in July. He sent this to me... and said, "So when I saw your picture with the Mom to be gifted... I thought the poem fit you two as well. Congrats and I'm not sure I can ever put into words the gift you are giving to these people."
Inside of her smile
I remember thinking of a woman I know
There was something about her, a hidden glow
Not as I see her on any given day
But a portrait she showed me, her smile gave away
This smile was real and not one in jest
The sparkling eyes, I was so impressed
Emitting a radiance where truth can take hold
No Woman is absent, no Woman too old
Determined then, in my mind to set free
This wonderful secret I thought I could see
Perhaps this is part of all Women I've known
If sadness is hindered, then innocence is shown
Then suddenly it came to me, it came in a flash
In every face feature and every eye lash
For if you look deeper, you'll see it's worthwhile
There still lives that little girl, inside of her smile
Robert Wood January 26th, 2009
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