As I wrote, I found myself putting a poem down on the pages.
It's about waiting for our daughter.
(to Frances, with love from your Mommy)
on the other side of the world.
A precious child who, someday,
will be our little girl.
We're waiting here, your Dad & I,
until we get "the call"
that says that we're a family;
that love will join us all.
I watch the falling Autumn leaves
and each one's a little prayer
that angels will watch over you
until we can be there.
This Winter will seem very long,
the holidays less bright,
because our hearts will be with you;
we long to hold you tight.
But when the Winter's almost done
and Spring is almost here
good news should come from China
that our "family day" is near.
We cannot wait to meet you
for the first time, face to face,
(Who knew we'd find our daughter
in such a special place?)
for when we bring you home;
preparing everything you'll need
to keep you safe and warm.
Each day we're closer to you
our precious little girl.
Your Mommy and Daddy love you so!!
Already, you're our world!!
We haven't seen your face yet
or kissed away your tears;
we haven't held you in our arms
but still, we feel you near.
We know now what God always knew,
that someday there would be
a tiny child from China
who'd make us a family.
So hurry Winter, blow on by;
let cold gray days be past,
for Spring will bring our daughter home
into our arms, at last.
When Mother Earth brings forth new life
with warming from the sun,
Our family's new beginning starts ~
When the Winter's Done.
(c) 1999 Teresa Baldinucci
