Noen som har et fint dikt å dele?

[Milfrid]

Kanskje ikke noe å ta med på jobben, men to fine dikt, okke som:

The Answer (To an Adopted Child)

Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
My own.
Never forget For a single minute:
You didn't grow under my heart
But in it.
—Fleur Conkling Heyliger

Dette diktet får meg til å stortute hver gang jeg leser det, det treffer meg så intenst i magen:

The Waiting Child
by Debbie Bodie
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.