I sent this poem to my sister a long time ago when she was considering adoption. She thought she was too old to care for an infant. I mentioned that lots of older kids are in need of homes and are often passed up for infants. I can’t read this without crying, can you? (Especially now).
By Debbie Bodie
I saw you meet your child today
You kissed your baby joyfully
And as you walked away with him
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 picked this time was me.
Copyright 1997
