Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
My own.
Never forget
For a single minute:
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
My own.
Never forget
For a single minute:
You didn't grow under my heart,
But in it.
--Fleur Conkling Heyliger
2 comments:
I love this poem...my best friend was adopted, and his parent's have this hanging in their living room on a plaque.
Love yall!
My sister is adopted and this saying has ALWAYS been around our house :-) Get ready for poopoo stains on your carpet
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