‘Is this what home
looks like?’
Her eyes seem to ask,
As she takes in this new, strange space
That she has so trustingly walked into.
Willing to accept two perfect strangers
Hoping to be her imperfect parents.
For two years she's been told a day would come
When someone would come to take her home
And we've been told she's is ready.
Ready?
I don’t even know what that means
For though I know I've wanted this all along
Will I be all that I need to be
As the tides change for both her and me?
For many a times, I have stood on these shores
With open arms welcoming the rolling waves
Only to watch them casually wash away the sand castles
Hopes crashing again and again
Until the day we met her.
Has she ever been to a beach before I wonder
Does her mind know of the polarities the waves hold
Gentle and yet tough
Does her heart grasp how I feel now
- at once confident and unsure.
And I watch her, too afraid to breathe
Her deep black eyes shy yet curious
Her movements tentative yet in control
And though she is so small,
slowly and surely claiming her space in our lives.
And I remember to breathe again
as I gently hold her in my arms,
'This is our house, my little one - made of sand and stone,
And with you here today, it finally feels like home.'
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