Efter att mommo Ellen dog i Maj förra året fick jag en liten dikt från en av hennes dagböcker. Jag tror inte att hon själv var diktaren men orden är mycket tänvärda. Nu har den suttit på min kylskåpsdörr och när jag häromdagen städade av den beslutade jag mig för att dela med mig av orden till er.

Happiness

Happiness is to be found among life's common things. It is not rare gifts, it is not great wealth, great learning, great genius or great power. It is not these things that make the possessor happy. It is health, it is friendship, it is love at home, it is voices of children, it is sunshine. It is the blessings that are most common not those that are the rarest, it is the gifts that God has scattered everywhere. A home is hope, a light in the window, an open door, welcoming smiles, happiness to carry in our hearts wherever we go, because a home is love. A home is trust, a place to rest, where comfort is provided by loving hands, where each is secure because he is cherished.



För en tid sen fick jag av Calvins moster Glenda en dikt om adoption som oxå är jättefin och som suttit på kylskåpsdörren sen dess:

"Legacy of an Adopted Child"

Once there were two women who never knew each other,
One - you do not remember, the other you call mother.
Two different lives shaped to make yours,
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first gave you life, and the second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent; the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions; the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile; the other dried your tears.
One gave you up - that's all she could do.
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
Now you ask through all your tears the age-old question through the years;
Heredity or environment - which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling - neither - just two different kinds of love.
Author: ????
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