While we were eating...
... they were hungry
While we were playing...
... they were restrained
While we were tucking our kids into bed...
... they were alone
While we turned up the heat...
... they laid in the icy cold
While we wrapped our children in blanket sleepers...
... they laid in their own excrement
While we sang songs and listened to music...
... they listened to the screams and cries of those around them
While we rocked our babies...
... they silently rocked themselves
While we hugged our kids...
... they scratched at their own faces and pulled their own hair for stimulation
While we cried over scraped knees...
... they moaned in their loneliness
While we brushed our daughters' beautiful hair...
... they had their heads shaven to starve off the lice
While we fought off the flu with love and nourishment...
... they got the flu and went Home.
No longer suffering... but so many more still are.
In memory of those that have never felt the love of a family, but have passed away alone. Today we learned of the passing of these two girls in Eastern Europe.
Margarita
Katarina
2 comments:
Cara,
I'm reading this with tears. I am so proud of what you are doing to help your sweet daughters and so many others. I'm always praying for you. Love ya!
I'm at work trying to hold back the tears. I just sent the poem and pictures to everyone I could think of and asked all of them to pray for an orphan, the orphanage workers, and families waiting to adopt. I'm praying as well that my husband will open his heart to adoption.
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