An Unexpected Gift

My eldest daughter, Emma, just gave me this poem this evening.

Adoption

It is sad

But it is a miracle

A real, live miracle

The people who do it are blessed!

The kids who are...are home

This miracle is adoption

It is a blessing in sad disguise

The children are orphaned

Without parents, without homes

They need someone desperately

And the "someone" is provided

These people are parents 

Who love, and who care
Who feel like there is a child missing

And they relieve that feeling

It takes a LONG time

And it is nearly maddening

The soon-to-be parents wanting

The soon-to-be adopted, waiting

The dossier sent, the papers signed

The fingerprints taken, the visit to the capitol done

You wait, and you wait

And suddenly, it's the day!

The phone rings

It's the adoption agency

You are matched up with a child

You squeal, you cry, you laugh

You call everyone you know

And tell them that your child is coming home

by Emma Travis

February 10, 2011