I found this poem today as I was looking for things to put on scrapbook pages and in Avery's life book. I found it very moving. It is by a woman named Myla Stauber. She is a woman who was waiting for her child from Vietnam. It is about friends and family who help you, people who encourage and say what you need when you need it. I hope you enjoy it.
Even though I was afraid
you laid a hand on mine and said "it's ok, don't cry Myla, ...your baby is out there
and she's waiting patiently for you."
Even though I didn't believe somedays,
you believed for me
when I couldn't muster it, you called,
you wrote, you came around anyway.
When I couldn't stand any more questions or talk
you said you were thinking of me and that meant so much
even if I couldn't express it
I was angry and hurting,
so much grief, pain, and loss-
when I could not see beyond it you said "love, Myla"
When I was too close to the situation and my vision clouded,
bogged down in logistics
you reminded me of the reason,
love
of the direction,
faith
of the necessity,
trust
of the power inherent in us all to rise above.
My tears are grateful ones now, friend, believe it.
I take you with me when I go.
Love to all and a prayer out to our Avery...where she is or isn't yet.
~Alli
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