Monday, January 14, 2008

Chosen Child

A friend, a middle aged man, recently found out he was adopted.
This poem, shared bynhis adoption mother, is on his newsletter and he says that he gives him comfort:


Not flesh of my flesh,
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for even a minute,
You did not grow under my heart,
But in it.

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