Waiting, Part 2...The Sequel...

Ok, just one more...I just found this poem by another waiting mother and had to include it. It really says how much is involved with this whole process. While I sit and cry for my little one, I always try to remember the mother who had to give her up. As a mother to three very beloved children, I try to imagine the pain that she must bear, but I cannot even go there. It is too difficult; too emotional. I think I would die if I ever had to give up one of my children. They are my soul; the lifeforce that reminds me why I am even here. Somewhere, on the other side of the world, is a woman who is trusting that her child will be so beloved. And she will. She already is. The five of us have loved her since the day we started this journey; before she was even born.

Kissing the Moon

Ever so quietly she tip-toes to the gate,
she's dressed you in the finest outfit.
She places you where she knows that you will be found soon.
The tears flow freely down her red cheeks.
She kisses you softly on the forehead and wishes the best for the baby she can not keep.
She waits, the sun is coming up.
There is a man on his way to work.
He sees the tiny bundle at the gate.
He motions to the workers inside to come and open up.
They take you inside.
She hurries away, she knows that you are now going to be taken care of.

Somewhere she knows what your real birth date is.
Somewhere she knows what your real name is.
Somewhere she knows how much she loved you and wanted the best for you.
Somewhere she weeps knowing she missed your first tooth and your first steps.
Somewhere she looks at the moon hoping that you will find your way to a family that will love you as much as she does.

Many miles away that family has made room in their hearts for the little girl that has touched them in so many ways.
Many miles away, that family is making room in their home.
Many miles away, they talk about clothes, and new names for the little one they have only seen pictures of.
Soon they will travel across a big ocean.
They know this is the daughter that was meant for them.
If there were some way to let her know how much that family will love and cherish her beautiful baby girl.
They will never harm her, they will support her and take care of her.
She will be loved as though she is one of their own.
When we look at the moon, we hope and pray that she is seeing that same moon and will know in her heart that her baby is safe.
We love you sweet one.
We love the one that did the hardest thing she's ever had to do.
She shall live forever in our hearts as the one that brought us together.

By Melissa Wagner

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGEPjFfP5TQ&eurl (If you still have dry eyes... ;-)