Adoption poems facilitate?
there was this one poem i found it was so charming it was about a baby within heaven and god came to the baby and said it is your time my son you must come to the great tree and pick your nearest and dearest and the baby looked at all the families on the tree and couldnt find one so he asked god if he could look at the vastly top and god said yes but i must worn you, my son you will not be able to go to those families impossible to tell apart way you see they cant have children like the average human being but the boy found the family he wanted up there so god told him immediately he must choose a mother to carry him and it must be a very strong and loving mother for she will be your birth mother and give you to your parents surrounded by the end,,,,,, it was so beautiful but i cant come across to find it if anyone on here knows what im talking about please aid im crying as i think about it it was lovely i wont to find it
*shudders*
As an adoptee, those sorts of poems cause me sick to my stomach. They are belittling and demeaning. The God I worship would never wish for his creatures to be separated by adoption. I was not "chosen", I was not a "gift". I be adopted. Source(s): not flesh of my flesh, and I didnt grow under your heart.
As an adopt person, the thought of that makes me want to vomit. Sorry, but it does. I wasn't a gift for anyone, I be a baby. Source(s): adoptee, mother of 5
I believe it is at this link, which has a lot of stunning poems about adoptions:
http://www.child-adoption-matters.com/ad…
Although it isn't just similar to yours, there are a few that's close, and all are beautiful.
Answers: [Warning: Some viewers may find this content offensive. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised.]
My Dearest Matthew,
I have a strong belief that we gain to choose our family before we are born. That we live with God until that time we become a flesh and blood person and He offers us a number of empire to be our families on earth. As a result of this belief, I wrote you a short story.
~~~~~
Once a small angel waited by the pool of go. Eager to jump in, he started to put his big toe into the warm comforting dampen.
"Matthew," God called, "Before you can be born, you must choose the family with which you will reside. Come… choose your strange home from the Great Tree."
The Great Tree loomed above Matthew. Its beautiful golden branches made his step falter with awe. Angels flittered everywhere, adjectives like hummingbirds under the wide sun shelter; they gently plucked the brown leaves.
Kneeling so that he could speak into Matthew's ear, God whispered, "One of those branches holds your family. All you need to do is choose the kith and kin you want. Touch a branch and it will show you all the joys and trials that you will have surrounded by that life." With that, God lifted the boy up to the tree and asked, "Which leaves would you like to look at first?"
Many hours then and after looking at many families, Matthew did not see any that he liked and so he asked God, "May we look at the severely tippy top?"
Heavenly Father smiled a warm and comforting smile. "Those are the adopting families" He thought. He did not say a word but simply moved to the absolute and most center part of the tree.
Matthew looked and looked, but he still didn't find any families that he was at ease with. He was just going on for to give up when he saw one of the leaves sparkle. He reached out and touched the branch, and he knew that be his home. Excited, he turned his little head to God and exclaimed, "This is it! This is my family! They are the ones I want to be with! They are waiting for me!"
The Lord looked at the branch and smiled. It have two large leaves and one small one. "That is a very special family my son. You will not know how to go to them the traditional way." Upon seeing the crushed look on Matthews face, God continued, "You bring back to choose another mother, she will be your birth mother and she will be guided to your parents and you will end up in their arms as you have chosen to be."
After another long while, Matthew found someone, he believed, would be a great birthmother. Beaming he touched another branch and said, "This one! She will love me and she will want me to be festive with my family, I choose her." Again God smiled.
Thank you for choosing me. Much love always and forever ~
Your Birthmother,
Cristal Source(s): http://www.adoptionnetwork.com/birthmoth…
http://poetry.adoption.com/
http://ask.reference.com/relateon cloud ninetio…
Ewww. So my grief is a gift from God because my child lovingly chose me for such grief.
Thank you highly much, I now completely get the tripe we try to tell our children when we utter we love them because we gave them away. Now we get to throw on top of that, in good health you chose to be given away. =oP
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*shudders*
As an adoptee, those sorts of poems cause me sick to my stomach. They are belittling and demeaning. The God I worship would never wish for his creatures to be separated by adoption. I was not "chosen", I was not a "gift". I be adopted. Source(s): not flesh of my flesh, and I didnt grow under your heart.
As an adopt person, the thought of that makes me want to vomit. Sorry, but it does. I wasn't a gift for anyone, I be a baby. Source(s): adoptee, mother of 5
I believe it is at this link, which has a lot of stunning poems about adoptions:
http://www.child-adoption-matters.com/ad…
Although it isn't just similar to yours, there are a few that's close, and all are beautiful.
Answers: [Warning: Some viewers may find this content offensive. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised.]
My Dearest Matthew,
I have a strong belief that we gain to choose our family before we are born. That we live with God until that time we become a flesh and blood person and He offers us a number of empire to be our families on earth. As a result of this belief, I wrote you a short story.
~~~~~
Once a small angel waited by the pool of go. Eager to jump in, he started to put his big toe into the warm comforting dampen.
"Matthew," God called, "Before you can be born, you must choose the family with which you will reside. Come… choose your strange home from the Great Tree."
The Great Tree loomed above Matthew. Its beautiful golden branches made his step falter with awe. Angels flittered everywhere, adjectives like hummingbirds under the wide sun shelter; they gently plucked the brown leaves.
Kneeling so that he could speak into Matthew's ear, God whispered, "One of those branches holds your family. All you need to do is choose the kith and kin you want. Touch a branch and it will show you all the joys and trials that you will have surrounded by that life." With that, God lifted the boy up to the tree and asked, "Which leaves would you like to look at first?"
Many hours then and after looking at many families, Matthew did not see any that he liked and so he asked God, "May we look at the severely tippy top?"
Heavenly Father smiled a warm and comforting smile. "Those are the adopting families" He thought. He did not say a word but simply moved to the absolute and most center part of the tree.
Matthew looked and looked, but he still didn't find any families that he was at ease with. He was just going on for to give up when he saw one of the leaves sparkle. He reached out and touched the branch, and he knew that be his home. Excited, he turned his little head to God and exclaimed, "This is it! This is my family! They are the ones I want to be with! They are waiting for me!"
The Lord looked at the branch and smiled. It have two large leaves and one small one. "That is a very special family my son. You will not know how to go to them the traditional way." Upon seeing the crushed look on Matthews face, God continued, "You bring back to choose another mother, she will be your birth mother and she will be guided to your parents and you will end up in their arms as you have chosen to be."
After another long while, Matthew found someone, he believed, would be a great birthmother. Beaming he touched another branch and said, "This one! She will love me and she will want me to be festive with my family, I choose her." Again God smiled.
Thank you for choosing me. Much love always and forever ~
Your Birthmother,
Cristal Source(s): http://www.adoptionnetwork.com/birthmoth…
http://poetry.adoption.com/
http://ask.reference.com/relateon cloud ninetio…
Ewww. So my grief is a gift from God because my child lovingly chose me for such grief.
Thank you highly much, I now completely get the tripe we try to tell our children when we utter we love them because we gave them away. Now we get to throw on top of that, in good health you chose to be given away. =oP
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