I am the Chosen Child
In a world of imperfection.
I am the chosen child.
In the heart's own reflection.
I am designed and styled.
When no one else could fill it.
I am there to space the need.
However God shall will it?
I am anothers seed.
My eyes are in reflection.
Of all the sorrows born.
A gift of such perfection.
God's voice could calm the storm.
My new but barren mother.
My life shall fill her days.
We shall belong to one another.
To paint the world and to amaze.
Out of many I was chosen.
To be her special child.
In a world thats almost frozen.
I was so meek and mild.
Her arms were warm with envy.
As she cradled me and cried.
She saw her future in me.
Her heart blossomed with pride.
Her soul recorded moments.
That most mothers let slip away.
But she taught me how to worship.
I listened as she'd pray.
The world was set before me.
That I might choose to live.
A life of adoration.
From the parents God did give.
We are a chosen nation.
As an adoptive Family.
We can celebrate with elation.
For all the world to see.
Just as Jesus was to Joseph.
Just as Mary came to be.
They together created.
The first adopted family.
I am the chosen Child.
My age was no concern.
Mom and Dad excepted me.
I except them as I learn.
Little infant, son or daughter.
It is not said what I will be.
But like the warmth of showered water.
My love will flow and cover thee.
By: Tanya
For my birth father I will never know.
Who was not listed on my birth certificate.
Let him know I am at peace with the family
God gave me.
This is one of the poems an adopted lady gave me as I interviewed people who have lived adopted lives. I thought it might be nice to share it with everyone since she gave me permission to use it.
One thing I have found in most of the people I talk to. They all like to keep journals or write poems. It helps get their feelings out and makes the feelings valid for them. As one young lady told me. "My writings are a reflection of me. Like a mirror they remind me of yesterday and they change like my face will on each tomorrow."