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| a few years ago |
I don't know if any of you know (or care for that matter)
that I am the father of two adopted boys, one of whom is somewhere within the
autism spectrum realm as they say. I am also the foster dad to two more boys,
which leads to nary a dull moment around our house.
I wrote something recently for my two sons that I would like
to share, I don't know how many people feel as I about their children, maybe it
has to do with adoption, maybe with autism, maybe I've just completely gone
around the bend. Anyhow it is a sentiment and an affirmation to them and myself
that they indeed are loved and always will be. It goes something like this:
The hardest part for me
Hasn't been the loving
It hasn't been the showing
The true meaning of life
It hasn't been the sharing
It hasn't been the sharing
Or the caring
Or the daring to be true
It hasn't been the difference
Between all of me and you
It hasn't been those nights we've lost
It hasn't been the extravagant cost
It hasn't been those things between the lines
It hasn't been all those times
Where it all got miss-communicated
It wasn't those words you said
How you really hated
Me and us, how we should be dead
It’s never been about the past
It wont ever be about your loss
Or what you should have gained
It’s only a fear you’ll lose
This life’s love and joy
Truly the hardest part has always been
One day knowing you will no longer be mine.
