Category : Poems

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There is no such thing as adoptive or
step-parents, there are only PARENTS 

When a mother holds her child...
“ in her hands,like a bunch of flowers “,
Caresses and comforts away the tears
She does so instinctively with 
a maternal love from within 

When a father tosses his child in the air,
Catches that gurgling joy and rocks his child in his arms , rides his love on his shoulders,reflecting his pride and joy 
and caring 

Descriptions -“Good Parent-Bad Parent”
are not predicated by prefixes 
But ona gut-level fabric woven 
deep in the soul

In this highly efficient world of labels
Where life is often simplified by stamped identintity, there is a place for such 
clarification 
But there is also a world of humanity 
Which judges on deeds and character
Not on prefabricated  premises 

Those of us who come together 
To heal unhealable wounds of grief
Do not come as adoptive parents 
Do not come as step- parents
We come as PARENTS 
Because our hearts are broken 

We speak from our tears for our CHILDREN,  “ step”or “adoptive “
are not in our vocabulary 
Our tears ,our pain 
make no such distinction 

Perhaps it is time we follow the
Wisdom of our Tears