Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember the other you call Mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star; the other became your sun.
One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent; the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions; the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile; the other dried your tears.
One gave you up, it was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears.
The age-old questions through the years:
Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither my child, neither; just two different kinds of love.
~Anonymous
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Legacy of an Adopted Child
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6 comments:
steph - everytime i read this poem - i get something else out of it... you know what i mean?
I totally know what you mean. Most adoption poems seem sappy to me...this one always gets me choked up, and each time on a different line.
I love that poem.
Sweet poem. You got me all teary eyed w/ this one.
This was sweet...I have a friend who just adopted a little girl and she'll love this.
That poem is perfect! I've printed it out and it'll be part of my adoption book that I'm making for our future child.
Thank you for sharing that!!
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