Adoption

 

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Digte skrevet af Elvira Salleras, udfra samtaler med børn, hun har talt med gennem sit arbejde indenfor adoption.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Time to go home

 

Rejected by the one who born me, I lie dejected in my cot.

In eternity, I have cried, scremed, twisted and turned.

Pining for a smile, yearning for a touch

But in this crowded space, my turn is up.

And now I have to defer to the needs of others.

 

My caregivers come and go.

The reality of my circumstances sink in and my tears dry up.

At least I am grateful for food,

The major constant in this my simple life.

 

For comfort, I learn to rock myself back and forth

Until the bleakness of my existence

Is blotted out by the rhyyhm of my movements.

 

And then you come and call me child.

You speak love to me and I respond in kind.

You hold me close to your bosom and we cry.

In the intermingling of tears,

I know its time to go home.

 

Colour blind

Until you found me I did not know I could be me, This carefree being so happy just to be.

I can run, I can fly, In all things I can try. Bless God, I am so grateful you didn´t pass me by.

 

Until you came, I had waited so long. First, hopethen despair became the therme of my song.

As one after the other, others came and went.. But I prayed and drreamt that to me love would be sent.

 

And when you came I did not know that I was colour blind, Even though I could make outhues of every kind.

They say you are white and your eyes are so blue

But for me it is love that´s the colour of you.

 

 

Because you care

 

I am one of those beautiful children in that crowded orphanage

On the river Niger

Condemned even before I was born

By the dreaded virus, HIV

And abandoned in consequence

 

I have always lived in the commercial capital,

In an orphanage that cares for the physically and mentally challenged.

My feet shall never know the feel of shoes

Because destiny has decreed that I shall never walk.

 

I roamed the streets, lost sense of time and value

And ended up in a home.

I have been called stubborn, rude, thief, witch and more.

The very attributes that guaranteed my survival on the streets

Now demean me in this home.

 

I am the unadoptable orphan.

 

Yet you love me,

Thanks to you, I will never want for food and medical attention

And my education is assured.

I may never have met you

But because you care and sponsor me

I have hope.

 

 

   
 

 

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