April 28, 2004

Passing the time

Filed under: Adoption Poetry — Tamra @ 10:04 pm

While I wait I’m passing the time keeping busy. LOL Here’s a poem I wrote. Keep in mind this is for my class, I’m not a poet. This was hard work! :weightlifter

A family Forever- a sonnet

A mother?s heart is yearning for a child.
A child sighs, she?s longing for a home.
As yet her heart is young and free and wild
undamaged by the world that she has known.
?Cross land and sea a million miles away
impossible it seems the twain could meet
yet pure celestial prompting shows the way
and links their hearts together as one beat.
At last the child with wary eyes appears,
a furtive glance, she peeks at Mother?s face,
finds Mother?s cheeks are glistening with tears
her arms wide open for a first embrace.

Encircled in a loving mother?s arms
a family forever, safe and warm.

April 10, 2004

song of a waiting mother

Filed under: Adoption Poetry — Tamra @ 10:04 am

Song of the Waiting Mother
by Christine Futia

I’m pregnant but my tummy isn’t showing,
And no one ever calls me “little mom”.
My neighbours simply aren’t overflowing
With questions that I’d handle with aplomb.
There are no special clothes to mark my waiting.
Nobody stops and smile as I pass by.
The absence of a due date is frustrating,
And looking at the nursery makes me cry.
When I’m “overdue”, no one will worry.
The phone won’t ring and ring as friends check in.
I can’t induce my labor in a hurry,
My new life as a parent to begin.
Adoption is a wearisome endeavour,
And waiting all alone is not much fun.
To be “with child” a year seems like forever …
Dear God, we’re ready: please send us our son!

Or in our case DAUGHTER!!!

March 28, 2004

The Promise

Filed under: Adoption Poetry — Tamra @ 9:03 am

The Promise

I know I must wait for the Lord to unfold;
My heart fills with fear for all that’s untold.

Wanting so badly to walk in your will;
My eyes see it clearly, yet I stand still.

Listening so closely to hear your voice;
Realizing in hearing, it demands a choice.

Knowing you promise to lead with a plan;
But wondering how on earth will I stand.

Dying to self is what I hear your voice say;
I cry out to you Lord, “Is that the way?”

Your love tenderly whispers, “My daughter be bold;
For my strength is sufficient, your heart shall never
grow cold.”

“For my timing now is perfect, as so is my plan;
All you have to do is let me take command.”

“Each door I will open, each key I will give;
Through you, my child, My spirit wishes to live.”

“Go now with confidence for I will show you the road;
I will shorten the length, I will carry the load.”

“In all that you go through, you may be reviled;
But shall walk out victoriously
With the hand of a child!”

Heather Beazley

December 30, 2003

Kisses in the wind

Filed under: Adoption Poetry — Tamra @ 10:12 pm


I hold you in my heart and touch you in my dreams.
You are here each day with me, at least that’s how it seems.

I know you wonder where we are… what’s taking us so long.
But remember child, I love you so and God will keep you strong.

Now go outside and feel the breeze and let it touch your skin…
Because tonight, just as always, I blow you kisses in the wind.

May God hold you in His hand until I can be with you.
I promise you, my darling, I’m doing all that I can do.

Very soon, you’ll have a family for real, not just pretend.
But for tonight, just as always, I blow you kisses in the wind.

May God wrap you in His arms and hold you very tight.
And let the angels bring the kisses that I send to you each night.
— Unknown

The waiting is so hard! I hope we can get you home soon Rani!

July 9, 2003

Esthers Song…heart breaking

Filed under: Adoption Poetry — Tamra @ 10:07 am

Thanks to the journey to China for this poem.

Esther’s Song
by Martha Hackenberger

There’s a little girl who’s waiting
In the Public Market Square,
Straining to hear her mother’s voice
(Her mother left her there).

She’s four and all alone now
As the voices fade away.
Still listening for her mother’s voice,
She longs to hear her say,

“It’s time to go on home now,
The hour is getting late,
The sun sets on the mountain,
I’m sorry you had to wait.”

She senses that the sun is gone,
And the day has turned to night.
As tears stream down her sweet round face,
She prays with all her might:

“Dear Mama please come back for me
I waited all day long.
I’m scared, and hungry, all alone,
I’m listening for your song:”

“It’s time to go on home now,
The hour is getting late,
The sun sets on the mountain,
I’m sorry you had to wait.”

There’s a little girl who’s waiting
She’s six, and how she’s grown.
She’s hoping daily in her heart
For a family of her own.

And half way ?round the world I heard
Every tear and every word,
I’ll come to bring you home to stay
And finally you will hear me say,

“It’s time to come on home now
The hour is getting late,
The sun sets on the mountain,
I’m sorry you had to wait.”

(Copyright 2001 Martha Hackenberger)

June 16, 2003

I am not an orphan

Filed under: Adoption Poetry — Tamra @ 11:06 am


By Margo Venkateswaran

I’m not an orphan I’m a child of God
I am loved from up above
I’m not an orphan and not alone
I have many children in which I share a home
I may have no one to call mother or Dad
but God loves me and that makes me glad.
One day I may be in someone’s arms
but until that day I will remain strong
someone once whispered in my ear
I love you so my little dear
and somehow I know this I did not imagine
someone loved me
someone loves me
someone will love me
I’m not an orphan though my clothes are not new
Im just a child
who’s waiting for you
but dont think of me as poor and sad
God has given me life and for that
be glad
do you ever wish you had someone at your table
someone to follow you through your lonely house ?
When you need company more of that than your spouse ?
you can think of me,
but not as an orphan or someone weak
think of someone with a great will
who could fill a void
if you would sit still and hear the silence
of a home without a child
but I am not an orphan
for I am god’s child

June 3, 2003


Filed under: Adoption Poetry — Tamra @ 10:06 pm


Before you were conceived, I wanted you.
Before you were born, I loved you.
Before you were here an hour, I would die for you.
This is the miracle of love.

— Maureen Hawkins

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