Our Child
With anxious ears and open arms,
We sought you everywhere.
You, dear child, are a gift from God,
The answer to our prayer.
No matter whether birth or choice,
A home is blessed from above.
When caring parents claim their child,
A family is formed by love.

Adoption
Not flesh of my flesh,
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
My own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.

Once there were two women
Who never knew each other
One you do not remember
The other you call Mother
Two different lives
Shaped to make you one
One became your guiding star
The other became your sun
The first one gave you life
And the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love
The second was there to give it
One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name
One gave you talent
The other gave you an aim
One gave you emotions
The other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile
The other dried your tears
One sought for you a home-
that she could not provide
The other prayed for a child-and
her hopes were not denied.
And now you ask me through your tears
The age-old question
Unanswered through the years
Heredity or enviroment?
Which are you a product of?
Neither my darling, neither
Just two different kinds of love


For every single heart that yearns
to know a love so pure,
may you find the strength in your soul
to press onward and endure.

For every single heart that lies awake,
each beat filled with emotion,
rocking dreams with empty arms
to be filled near or across the ocean.

For every single heart that dares to hope,
knowing that they are on their own,
the desire for parenthood firmly planted
to love the child who is all alone.

For every single heart that races in fear
wondering what they are in for,
the unknown, the doubts,
the question of what's in store.

For every single heart taking that first step
toward making their dreams come true,
the whole process is worthwhile
when the reality is you.

For every single heart that takes a chance
to find the child their dreams have sought,
to finally breathe again,
when that first glimpse of you is caught.

For every single heart that travels,
across town or over seas,
to finally hold you close,
sitting, having gone weak in the knees.

For every single heart that heals
as we begin our family,
never more to be alone,
now everything is "we".

For every single heart that adopts
in answer to your longing's call,
may the Lord above bless you,
parent, child, and all.


- Ginger King -