Thursday, July 21, 2011

Touched by adoption? Me, too. A poem on the subject--The Crocuses that Never Came

I love our girls.  Usually I just think of them as family—as our daughters—but here and there I am reminded they joined our family through adoption.

Paige and Sally about a dozen years ago-South Dakota

Two of my friends asked me yesterday when I was going to include more poetry on the blog. The blog is named Visits and Verse after all. So, today I’ll share one of the poems most near to my heart. Even though the crocuses, daffodils and tulips are gone from Wisconsin now, I hope you’ll permit me to back up to spring for a bit and share my poem with you. I think you’ll recognize my girls—beloved daffodils and tulips.

I’ll continue on with the London visit soon, but may just drop by the Dane County Fair first to visit Mickey (the horse) and Sally.

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The Crocuses That Never Came

You are the crocuses
Longed for ones
First flowers of spring

Snow fell hard
Winds blew strong
Temperatures plummeted
And I dreamt of crocuses

You are my crocuses, dear ones
I yearned for you, waited for you
Watched each month
But you never ever came

Others raised in their gardens the
Short fresh blooms, but
I longed for my own—
Our very own

Crocuses never arrived
Hopes released
But then our social worker said
Here is a perfect little girl

Now here is another
And as daffodils and tulips
Erase the loss
Of crocuses that never grow

So too the beautiful babies from Minnesota
Wiped clear the memory of you
Who like the crocuses
Never ever came


The Prude said...

This poem is so lovely. It will bring joy to every mother's heart- by birth or by adoption. And oh my, are your girls adorable!

Joanie said...

So beautiful, Lori.

Lori said...

Joanie and Prude--Thank you for the encouragement.

Robin J. Steinweg said...

This is one of the most touching and beautiful poems I have ever read. Ever. Thank you for sharing it, Lori!

Sandy said...

Don't have words that could ever match the beauty of your poem only tears of thankfulness for your beautiful "flowers"!

Lori said...

Thanks, Sister. I still tear up every time I read it.