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I Belong Somewhere
by Mona Yirgu
A poem by a young Ethiopian woman living in Sydney
Included on this website with the permission of the author
I may be a stranger in a foreign land
And a foreigner in my own
I still have place
I do
call my home
It lives in me
The flowing river Nile
And depth of denkil depression
The diversity of our people
And
their soulful expressions
It live in me
The green valleys
And the rough highlands
The festive spirits
The
smell of coffee and spices
When I feel alone and different
When my heart is bleeding out of despair
I know I have a root that I do hold dear
I am not
baseless I do belong somewhere
That is why I take big strides
To show my pride
That I was not extracted from a mine
There
actually is a country I still call mine
I take pride in my history
My people my country
I do not live in it
I know it live in me
For it makes me
It is my identity.
World's Apart
by Paul Johnson
A waiting dad
Included on this website with
the permission of the author
What's it like in your world?
Does the sun rise and fall?
Do the birds sing and flowers grow?
Can you
run and play with your friends?
What's it like in your world?
Is your bed cozy and warm?
Can you smell the wonderful aromas of home?
Can you
reach out and touch the ones you love?
In my world
The sun does rise and fall,
The birds sing and flowers grow,
And
children run and play
In my world
The beds are cozy and warm,
You can smell the aromas of home,
And
reach out and touch the ones you love.
I would give up everything in my
world to be with you,
but ask you to join me in mine.
These Days
by Paul Johnson
A
waiting dad
Included on this website with the permission of the author
These days are long days, will
the wait ever end,
on a journey where I don't know if it's closer to turn back,
or press
on to the end.
The Horizon has been just out of view for so long now,
but I keep on looking, waiting,
because I know that one day
I'll step over the crest of the hill,
and at that wonderful moment
you will enter my life.
Roudy
by Paul Johnson
A
waiting dad
Included on this website with the permission of the author
I
sit back and watch them play,
it seems funny in a strange sort of way.
Two of them black,
and two of them white,
But
brothers and sisters in any light.
If you close your eyes they all sound
the same.
I hear them yelling as they kick the ball, its boys v's girls.
The eldest, she makes the rules, the others they follow.
The boys, they both have skateboards, the girls, they're on skates.
It's netball for the girls, basketball for the boys.
They're on the trampoline, then they're in the pool.
They all
have Tamagotchi, and love to connect.
Mum and Dad are so proud watching
there little clan,
Running and playing like all kids do,
They run round in circles and all look the same.
The Garden
Carol Lynn Pearson
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The Adoption Creed
by Fleur Conkling Heyliger
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Waiting
by Karen Cooper
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copyright this poem is not included here, to read this poem go to the following
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On Children
By Khalil Gibran
And a woman who held a babe
against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your
children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's
longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though
they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but
not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their
bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be
like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor
tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living
arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the
infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and
far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he
loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that
is stable.
We did not give you the gift of life
But in our hearts we know
The love we feel is as deep and real
As if it had been so
For us to have each other
Is like a dream come true
No we did not give you
The gift of life
Life gave us
The gift of you
Reflection on Love
By Dawn Newell
(This poem was found at Reference)
My Child was Born Today
By Angela McGuire
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A prayer while waiting
by anonymous
May you be safe and sleep
soundly through the night,
May you be safe as you wake to the morning's light.
May you feel my love from so
far away,
May it comfort and protect you throughout each day.
I will pray for you my little
one,
Until our time of waiting is
done.
I will pray the Lord keeps you safe from harms,
Until the child of my heart
becomes the child of my arms.
Adoption Quotes
Somehow destiny comes into play. These children end up with you and you end up with them. It's something quite magical.
by Nicole Kidman, Adoptive parent
He who can reach a child's heart can reach the worlds heart.
by Rudyard
Kipling
I realised at the start that whether a child is biological or adopted, one does not know all the ingredients in the package. That is what growth is all about. A child is the slowest flower in the world, opening petal by petal, revealing the developing personality within.
by Robert Klose, Adoptive
parent
Time and experience have taught me a priceless lesson: Any child you take for your own becomes your own if you give of yourself to that child. I have born two children and had seven others by adoption, and they are all my children, equally beloved and precious.
by Dale Evans, adoptive
parent
If a child is born and raised in a home that is loving and nurturing, where there is complete truth about who we are, you can't give a child any greater place from which to fly.
by Amanda Bearse, adoptive
parent
However motherhood comes to you, it's a miracle.
by Valerie Harper, Adoptive
parent
By choice,
we have become a family,
first in our hearts,
and finally in breath and being.
Great expectations are good;
great experiences are better.
by Richard Fischer, Adoptive
parent
When you honour the birth family, you honour the child.
When you don't honour the birth family, the child will believe that something is inherently wrong with him/her.
by Sherrie Eldridge
"The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect & joy in each other's life."