The Other Side of the Story

It seems many of us have been blessed with new little wee ones these past few months. We have spent much time celebrating these new arrivals. But as with many things in life...there are often two sides. And it is always wise to have perspective, so let us also remember the other side.


My nights were broken
Split by the wail
of my phantom baby’s cries
Half asleep I would stumble
to the crib that wasn’t there

Aware now
I would return to my bed
With empty, aching, arms

I wondered as I hugged my pillow close
And rocked myself to sleep if you were out there
Truly crying
If your cries had somehow traveled to me
If you were now being rocked and comforted by another

Or if those tears
And cries
were welling up from a place deep inside me
And spilling into my dreams.

~Brenda Romanchik

For each and every adoptive family that I celebrate with, my heart also goes out to the women (and men) that make it possible for us to become parents. We thank you. And we do not forget you.


Life with my BOYS! said...

Sue~that is very moving and I thank you for posting it.

Deb said...

Great poem to remind us all of the love that went into us becoming parents.

terilynnh2000 said...

Here's to all of the women (and men) who have selflessly chosen adoption for thier precious children. They are the reason we are parents. I wish for them strength and healing, and most of all the knowledge that thier sacrifice did not go un-noticed. That because of them we are complete. That without them, we would be lost.