To Walk in your Shoes
(To Juan
David)
Each day seems an eternity,
waiting for this process to
go through.
As much as my heart aches,
I wonder what it's like for
you.
You've known almost all
along
that we'd come for you
someday.
You said it excited you
that our plans were
underway.
We diligently pressed on
while you and I talked
casually over the phone.
How often have you wondered
when we'd bring you home?
Has your heart been torn
between
your hope to come and
longing to stay?
Do you even struggle
knowing you'll leave the
orphanage some day?
They described you as a
good kid,
a great attitude you had,
Respectful and obedient,
though not having a family
made you sad.
What have you had to
suffer?
What have you had to work
through?
When did you last hear from
your mother?
Will it be hard to call me
Mom, too?
I'm longing to finally see
you again
to help mend where your
heart may be bruised,
to see things from your
perspective,
to know what it's like to
walk in your shoes.
My son, it's been a long
road--
longer even for you than
for me.
Keep holding on to your
hopes
To soon be
part of our family.
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