Christmas Present

Bottle of Tears

Across the blue planet.

To the other side of the world.

She sleeps in her 40 pound frame.

Dreaming of a magnificent ocean.

She stands beside it.With a bottle in her hand.

Inside are her tears.

She throws it into the waiting sea.

Every night the dream is the same.

Until,one night it floats under...A statue of hope,of liberty.

A hand reaches out embracing the bottle of tears,

comprehending, truly understanding...

Merry Christmas to my wonderful wife who comprehends and understands all the adopted children in waiting.
From: Tim Kerr

My Husband wrote this poem for me for Christmas and it touched my heart. I wanted to post it to share it and hopefully, the poem will open our eyes to the plight of the orphans. There are so many hurting children in the world. We can each do something to ease their suffering. Maybe something small like a sponsorship to help with food, clothing, and medical help...maybe something bigger like helping an adoptive family with the costs of the adoption, or something even bigger such as opening your heart and home to a child in need. Just a thought.

Because we can all do something.