Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Transplanted

If the plant transported to foreign soil thrives,
Celebrate consciously, cautiously,
Breathe deep sweet breaths of relief,
Remembering always that other soil.
If the plant transported to foreign soil fails to thrive,
Then what?
Blame the plant? Blame the soil?
Water, sunlight, air?
Is it ever enough?
Somewhere there is a soil,
Dark, damp, and waiting.

Somewhere there is a place where roots can grow.

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Rebecca Hawkes is an adoptee by way of baby-scoop-era infant adoption and a parent by way of birth, adoption, and foster care. She blogs about adoption, family, and other matters at Sea Glass & Other Fragments and The Thriving Child. Her work has also appeared at Adoption Voices Magazine, BlogHer, the Huffington Post, and Brain,Child magazine, and in the anthologies Lost Daughters: Writing Adoption From a Place of Empowerment and Peace, Adoption Reunion in the Social Media Age, and Adoption Therapy: Perspectives from Clients and Clinicians on Processing and Healing Post-Adoption Issues. She lives in Western Massachusetts with her husband, her three daughters, and a dog named Buddy.

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