Stretching – A Poem of Reflection on Older Children Adoption
Stretching
I completely missed the pregnancy–
and the diapers.
“Mom, I was always dirty.”
and the first words (in a foreign tongue)
and the tottling steps.
He missed several steps too.
Pain will do that.
It takes away more than words
lost in translation.
All these years later,
I can't find the beginning
of the trail of tears
that's backed up,
But I can stretch enough
to peer over the high wall
surrounding his heart
to really see him.
And with a gentle hand on his shoulder,
I can nudge him forward.
CE Gallagher
4/17/12
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Family Stories