Poem: The Waiting Child


The Waiting Child

by Debbie Bodie


I saw you meet your child today

You kissed your baby joyfully

And as you walked away with her

I played pretend you’d chosen me.


I’m happy for the baby, yet

Inside I’m aching miserably

I want to plead as you go by,

“Does no-one want a child of three?”


I saw you meet your child today

In love with her before you met

And as I watched you take her out

I knew it wasn’t my turn yet.


I recognize you from last year!

I knew I’d seen your face before!

But you came for a second babe.

Does no-one want a child of four?


I saw you meet your child today

But this time there was something new

A nurse came in and took MY hand

And then she gave my hand to you.


Can this be true? I’m almost six!

And there are infants here you see?

But then you kissed me and I knew

The child you chose this time was me.


Poem Copyright 1997 Debbie_Bodie@prodigy.com


I just read this poem on RainbowKids.com and it made me cry. Our daughter will be the first child adopted from their rather small orphanage of only older children (I believe the youngest there is 4). I’ve already heard that the other kids are happy for her, but can’t help asking when it will be their turn to have a family. How difficult it will be when they ask me that in person — how can I even answer that, except to pray?

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