Saturday, February 21, 2009

While we memory

While we were eating... ... they were hungry
While we were playing... ... they were restrained
While we were tucking our kids into bed... ... they were alone
While we turned up the heat... ... they laid in the icy cold
While we wrapped our children in blanket sleepers... ... they laid in their own excrement
While we sang songs and listened to music... ... they listened to the screams and cries of those around them
While we rocked our babies... ... they silently rocked themselves
While we hugged our kids... ... they scratched at their own faces and pulled their own hair for stimulation
While we cried over scraped knees... ... they moaned in their loneliness
While we brushed our daughters' beautiful hair... ... they had their heads shaven to stave off the lice
While we fought off the flu with love and nourishment... ... they got the flu and went Home.
No longer suffering... but so many more still are.

In memory of those that have never felt the love of a family, and have passed away alone.

By Meredith Cornish


Ashley Malefyt said...

Hello, my name is ashley and my family is trying to adopt a little girl named olive from serbia. we are in the very beginning stages, and trying to find community with other people who have adopted from serbia themselves. I came across your blog, we're also with RR - and thought maybe we could chat?

Little Miss E said...

That poem tugs at my heart. I wish I could adopt them all.

Would your family be interested in participating in the T21 Traveling Afghan Project?? We would love to have you!