" Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone, but miraculously, still my own."
Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west.
Isaiah 43:5

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Poem

How Could You Know?
As you lay sleeping far away as still as you could be...
How could you know the joy today this photo brings to me?

A few short weeks and you'll be mine, and "I" will soon be "We".
How could you know the love I feel? It's something you can't see.

So have sweet dreams, my precious babe. Sleep well and tenderly.
Some say that you're the lucky one. How could you know it's me?
--- Kris Laughlin

1 comment:

Traci Lee Smith Andis said...

Kris is my hubby's cousin and has adopted twice from China. She'll be glad to know that you felt her poem.