Two Little Ones are HOME with Father

This week we learned of the passing of these two girls in Eastern Europe.
The following poem was written by Meredith, mom to Emma and Micah, adopted from the Ukraine......... whom happen to have Down syndrome.
In memory of those that have never felt the love of a family, but have passed away alone.

While we were... in memory
While we were eating...
... they were hungry

While we were playing...
... they were restrained

While we were tucking our kids into bed...
... they were alone

While we turned up the heat...
... they laid in the icy cold

While we wrapped our children in blanket sleepers...
... they laid in their own excrement

While we sang songs and listened to music...
... they listened to the screams and cries of those around them

While we rocked our babies...
... they silently rocked themselves

While we hugged our kids...
... they scratched at their own faces and pulled their own hair for stimulation

While we cried over scraped knees...
... they moaned in their loneliness

While we brushed our daughters' beautiful hair...
... they had their heads shaven to stave off the lice

While we fought off the flu with love and nourishment...
... they got the flu and went Home.
No longer suffering... but so many more still are.
Margarita

Katarina