Adoption Fellowship & A Poem

Adoption Fellowship Group last night was wonderful! We had 24 people over and it was so much fun! This time we had 8 countries represented under one roof! I am loving getting to know the adoption community in Durango! There are so many great people and I'm excited to pursue friendships with them! We have families in the waiting stage from Mongolia, Taiwan, Korea and Rwanda. . .that is so much fun!

I have also been searching for this poem for a year and a girl in our AFG found it for me! It makes me cry every time. . .especially now that Tiki is mine!!!

The Waiting Child
by Debbie Bodie

I saw you meet your child today
You kissed your baby joyfully
And as you walked away with her
I played pretend you'd chosen me.

I'm happy for the baby, yet
Inside I"m aching miserably
I want to plead as you go by,
"Does no-one want a child of three?"

I saw you meet your child today
In love with her before you met
And as I watched you take her out
I knew it wasn't my turn yet.

I recognize you from last year!
I knew I'd seen your face before!
But you came for a second babe.
Does no-one want a child of four?

I saw you meet your child today
But this time there was something new
A nurse came in and took MY hand
And then she gave my hand to you.

Can this be true? I'm almost six!
And there are infants here you see?
But then you kissed me and I knew
The child you chose this time was me.

Comments

jennaferwhite said…

OH I LOVE THAT POEM!!!! SO SPECIAL!!!!!!

April 14, 2010 at 1:52 PM

Unknown said…

My husband and I are living in Tucson with our 3 kids. We are in the process of adopting from Rwanda, and are headed to Durango this summer for vacation. I found your blog and thought that it might be cool to get together and enjoy a meal or coffee so that we can learn about your experiance.

April 19, 2010 at 12:07 PM

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