I was looking through my files and there are so many poems that I love, I thought I would share one every Monday. One of my favorite poets is Carol Lynn Pearson. She puts into beautiful words what I often feel. Here she writes about adoption:
ON PURPOSE
The little girl unfrowned and then
Sort of smiled when
After hearing the dictionary definition
She was told that what adopted
Really meant was
Searched for
Prayed for
Worked for
Finally gratefully got
Unquestionably on purpose
And loved a lot.
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