Dikt fra en tid i ditt liv

[Milfrid]

Jeg har to dikt. Begge er av ukjent forfatter, men begge rører meg veldig sterkt. Det første var en veldig tankevekker for meg da vi ventet barn nr to, og jeg innså at vi ikke kom til å få en baby, slik som første gangen. Jeg gråter fremdeles når jeg leser det

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 picked this time was me.

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Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.

Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.

One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.

One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.

And now you ask me, through your tears,
the age-old question unanswered through the years.

Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.

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