An Ode to Legal Guardians and Adoptive Parents
Her dance is mercifully blissful
Her laughter, heaven’s cackle
A sparse apartment for seven
Her enchanted, cherubim castle
Of her father’s crime she’s clueless
She knows not her Mother’s love - or slaughter
The voices she hears each morning
Say that she’s her Aunt and Uncle’s daughter
Her brother tenderly takes her hand
As he opens a Courtroom door
He remembers all too well
The life they had before
His manner is always courteous
His speech, a rejection of his sorrow
For him the journey begins this second
Not yesterday, not tomorrow
From the bench a ruling
Formality these children cannot comprehend
They sit quietly at a table
Mom and Dad at either end
That their parents did not give them birth
Merits zero contemplation
That they are loved and nurtured
Is their soul consideration
Written by Rachel Aliza Elovitz on February 10, 2011
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