The adoptive parents had two copies of the following poem written in calligraphy and nicely framed. One copy was for me and the other copy was to be placed in "our" son's room. Unbeknown to them, I had run across this very poem just days earlier. It was this "coincidence" that gave me peace and let me know I was doing the right thing.
| Two Different Kinds Of Love | ||
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| Once there were two women who never knew each other. One you do not remember, the other you call Mother. Two different lives shaped to make you one. One became your guiding star, the other became your sun. The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it. The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it. One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name. One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim. One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears. One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears. One sought for you a home that she could not provide. The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied. And now you ask me, through your tears, the age-old question unanswered through the years. Heredity or environment, which are you a product of? Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love. ~Author Unknown | ||
Throughout the years when my heart is breaking over the loss of my first born son, it is this poem that comforts me.
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