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Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone
but still Miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute
You did not grow under my heart
but in it.
by
Fleur Conkling Heyliger
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That is so beautiful, I’ve welled up while reading it!
wow….! what a heart …!
I found this poem on a newspaper cut out when looking through my mother’s bureau since she passed away last Saturday. I’ve always known I was adopted so it wasn’t news to me but finding this touched me to the heart because it shows how great her love was for me – how she saw me – even when I wasn’t worthy of that love a lot of the time. Aren’t enough words to really say how deep that poem touches you.
Soleil: Thank you so much for sharing this with me. Indeed, this poem has that impact. It is a feeling of helplessness that you cant express enough… but this poem sums it all.
Your mother is a good woman. You are lucky to have had her.
Yes I was lucky. Very blessed. Thank you Ishrath