Stretching – A Poem of Reflection on Older Children Adoption


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



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