Some Adoption Haikus

Forty-eight hours

After a mother's first birth:

Something much harder

Tears flood the papers

As solemn faces look on

The choice is final

Make each minute count

Because they are the only

Ones you'll be mother

Everyone's dressed up

These are your final moments

To say good-bye

A mother's one job

Is to ensure her child's joy

No matter the cost

And so knowing that

You may rest your aching heart

For your child is safe

Oh, and, by the way

You've just given a family

The best gift ever

Now look on ahead

At the horizon afar

Who knows what you'll find