Though Not of My Blood, In My Heart
As I sat on the plane, flying through the sky
I knew there would be heartache, but I didn't question why
Together Mike and me, had made this choice
To bring home 3 kids, we obeyed an inner voice
We took this option, though we were rather old
We brought them home, so their story could unfold
We knew it wouldn't be easy, with each damaged little heart
It certainly wasn't breezy, but it was a chance to restart
We gave them freedom and we gave them rules
We gave them love and taught not to be fools
we showed them love of nature, let them dance in the rain
In the hope that it would heal all the damage and the pain
We gave them compassion and we fed them well
Fresh food from the garden, good health they could smell
They learned to care for animals, ducks and chooks
How to milk a cow and a love of reading books
We encouraged being artistic and taught them to be kind
we gave the chance to mend their battered little mind
I'm so proud of these babies as 8 years have gone by
Though I'm often tired and cranky, I still don't question why
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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