Til adoptivbarnet Ikke kjøtt av mitt kjøtt. Ikke bein av mine bein. Men likevel, på en underfundig måte, min egen. Glem aldri et øyeblikk: Du vokste ikke under mitt hjerte, men i det! Ukjent |
Poem You first came in an envelope, with letters, forms and such. Just two tiny little pictures, with nothing warm to touch. You grew in our imagination, in our hearts and in our minds. You have brought us even greater joy, than we ever thought we would find. A phonecall started labour pains, wich lasted till we met. Strangers brought together a day we won't forget. You bloomed as you were planted, in our hearts, our lives our home. Our child of chance, of plan, of will, you are now our very own. Author unknown |
Legacy of an adopted child Once there were two women, who never knew each other. One you can not remember, the other you call Mother. Two different lives, shaped to make yours one. One became your guiding star, the other became your sun. The first gave you life, the second thaught you how to live it. The first gave you need of love, and the second was there to give it. One gave you nationality, the other gave you a name, One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you an aim. One gave you emotions, the other calmed yor fears. One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears. One gave you up - it was all that she could do. Th other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you! And now you ask me through your tears, the age-old question through the years: Heritage or environment, wich are you the product of? Neither, my darling, neither, just two different kinds of love. Anonymous |
Born not from our flesh, but born in our hearts. Yoy were longed for, and wanted, and loved from the start. Conceived from a blessing, sent straight from above, our very own son, at last home to love. |
The chosen child We chose you, baby, for our own, so you are especially, dear. We found you when we were alone, you brought us heaven here. All babies come close to heart, but you dear child, walked in. You have become a precious part of us, our closest kin. Adopted isn't what we say; your chosen, that's the word. Through every hour of every day, our "Thank God" is heard. |
| Tett inni armen min ligger min indiske prins, du ligger så trygt og sover, og er det beste som finns! Hva var det du så der i drømmen, som fikk tårene frem på ditt kinn? Hvem trøstet deg før, du min kjære, før jeg fikk bli mammaen din? Tankene er så mange, et svar vil jeg aldri få, men stort er dette under, at det er JEG som får trøste deg NÅ... Mowgly- |
| En drøm er blitt virkelighet: et barn å elske er her! År med lengsel er borte og glemt, jeg er mamma - tårer er nær. Når de vakre øynene smiler, og tassen ler mot sin mor - de høyeste ønsker er oppfylt - gleden er kjempestor! Mor Afrika, takk for gutten! Vi elsker han over alt! Tenk, en etiopisk sønn - tårene smaker salt. Vi er så stolte av barnet! Pappa kysser sin sønn. Han takker stille og tenker : han er som svar på en bønn! Og takk du lille venn, som kom med glede og smil. For at vi får være dine foreldre, og takk for at du er til! Sara- |