To our beautiful daughter

SASHA

We think about you and pray for you every day. We wonder where you are at this very moment. We can almost hear you, but your voice is silent. We try to imagine what you look like but that picture is not very clear. We ask God to never let go of you and to hold you in the palm of His hand, to comfort you, to love you and to care for you always. And once He places you in our arms we will hold you and love you and comfort and care for you too! That day the sun will shine in an incredible way and everything will be brighter and we will understand why we had to wait so long for you. We know you were chosen for us and we'll understand why you couldn't come any earlier and our questions will be answered the moment you come because you will be the answer as we finally hold you close to our hearts and touch you and love you.

Were You Born Today?

Were you born today across the ocean deep and blue?

Did someone wrap you warmly? Did they stop and gaze at you?

Did they look upon your almond eyes and touch your silken hair?

Did they stop to kiss each tiny toe, hear your breath upon the air?

Did you hear a soft voice comforting, securely in her arms?

The warmth of two souls bonding, oh, the lure of newborn charms.

Were they charmed by every movement; every yawn and stretch and pout?

Did they celebrate with handshakes and good spirits all about?

Or were the tears mistaken, as they fell upon your face?

Their eyes were wells of sorrow? Their heads hung in disgrace?

Did they tremble when they realized the thing that would be done?

Did they mourn the new day coming, with the rising of the sun?

Did they place you, oh so tenderly, in the place where you were found?

Were those blankets wrapped up tightly to deny the cold hard ground?

Did she whisper words of comfort with a love that was so deep?

Did she recognize the features of this one she could not keep?

Did you feel the night wind blowing as it carried in the morn?

Did you hear your mother weeping on the day that you were born?

And here across the ocean a mother weeps for you.

How long before she travels 'cross that ocean, deep and blue?

How long before she gazes as those little dimpled hands?

How long before she travels to that promised, distant land?

Her heart is filled with gladness. Her dreams are coming true.

The secret thrill of motherhood, across that ocean blue.

And she'll gaze upon your almond eyes and touch your silken hair.

She'll stop and kiss each tiny toe...feel your breath upon the air.

And you'll hear a soft voice comforting; the world's so insecure.

Two fragile souls are bonding as they hold each other near.

She'll be charmed by every movement; every yawn and stretch and pout.

And she'll celebrate with handshakes and good spirits all about.

And you'll hear the night wind blowing as she rocks you off to sleep.

And she'll whisper words of comfort, with a love that is so deep.

...And far across the ocean a mother weeps...

Mary E. McRae