The World of Grandpa Don

I received in the mail  an annual update for adoptive parents (through Dept. of Family and Youth Svcs.) and among the papers in the envelope was a poem written by a former foster child that had been adopted. I thought I would share that with you today.

Tawnda Thomas


I'm not of your flesh, bones and name
You've accepted me just the same.
I may have been neglected or abused,
Thru you I can put my emotional needs to use.

I was confused and suffered with depression,
You gave me new hope and control over this situation.
No one will ever know how I really feel,
But with time my scars will heal.

You've shown me how to minimize my fears,
You were there to brush away my tears
Together as a family and a team,
You've shown me how to build self-esteem.

I still have feelings and connections with the past,
But the unacceptable one's I've already cast.
Without your guidance, love and concern,
My life might not have taken this turn.

I've tried not to ask for much,
Maybe a smile or just a gentle touch.
Thank you for all you've done and still do,
Everyday I pray to be a parent just like YOU





Adoption Page

" ... as often as you have done it for one of my least brothers, 
you did it for me."

Matthew 25:40

This scripture passage has a special meaning for me and the story of my being adopted. I believe that adoption is a profound fulfillment of Matthew 25:31-40.
I started this page when I found two new cyber-friends who have views  common to mine on this subject. I found their stories to be exceptional. The page is expanding.

Grandpa Don

Graphic used with permission.
Jean Keaton


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