“Waste (wash-tey), lila waste! Good, very good! Wopila, thank you, for giving your life that I may live.” Slightly stunned, I lowered my fork and turned slowly to look at you, my thirteen-year-old son. We sat in the dining room of a Mexican restaurant where you had ordered a large burrito. You were eating slowly, enjoying your meal, commenting on how good it was.
Never before had I heard you thank the animals and plants that had given their lives so that you may eat. Today, however, you bent your head, closed your eyes, and offered your thanks without my telling you to do so.
Can I tell you what my heart is telling me tonight? My heart is telling me that my son’s own heart has grown from that of a child into the heart of a man.
Waste lila waste Ciksi (chee-kshee), Son! Waste!
Ina (mother) Wambli hupahu kici naji (Stands With Eagle Wings)
Copyright 2010 Debra Shiveley Welch
Excerpt from Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher
Library of Congress Copyright 2014 Debra Shiveley Welch
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Showing posts with label mother's day. Show all posts
Thursday, May 8, 2014
My Love
You have given me the job I never weary of,
The name I will never change, nor give to another.
You have made me the person by which I wish to be remembered as.
You have made me...Mother.
For you have brought more joy then I knew existed.
You have filled my heart with song.
You have brought me to the one place
Where I know I belong.
The name I will never change, nor give to another.
You have made me the person by which I wish to be remembered as.
You have made me...Mother.
For you have brought more joy then I knew existed.
You have filled my heart with song.
You have brought me to the one place
Where I know I belong.
Copyright 2010 Debra Shiveley Welch
Excerpt from Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher
Library of Congress Copyright 2014 Debra Shiveley Welch
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Mirroring
I am your mirror. When you look into my eyes,
you see how beautiful you are.
When you enter a room, my heart lifts up to meet you;
a smile of greeting lights me up from within.
I am your mirror. When you look into my eyes,
you see love, as my soul embraces yours,
revealing to you just how wonderful you are:
my friend, my heart, my son.
Copyright 2010 Debra Shiveley Welch
Excerpt from Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher
Library of Congress Copyright 2014 Debra Shiveley Welch
Copyright 2010 Debra Shiveley Welch
Excerpt from Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher
Library of Congress Copyright 2014 Debra Shiveley Welch
Sunday, May 4, 2014
My Love
You have given me the job I never weary of,
The name I will never change nor give to another.
You have made me the person I wish to be remembered as.
You have made me Mother.
For you have brought more joy then I knew existed.
You have filled my heart with song.
You have brought me to the one place
Where I know I belong.
From “My Love”
Copyright 20010 Debra Shiveley Welch
Library of Congress Copyright 2014 Debra Shiveley Welch
Friday, May 2, 2014
To Mother
If I could see you
Just one more time,
I would hand you a red flower.
You would tuck it behind your ear,
And you would dance.
You would lift your arms
Above your head,
And shining face raised toward the sky,
You would smile,
And I would watch you twirl.
Excerpt from Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher
Copyright 2007 Saga Books
Library of Congress Copyright Debra Shiveley Welch 2010
Just one more time,
I would hand you a red flower.
You would tuck it behind your ear,
And you would dance.
You would lift your arms
Above your head,
And shining face raised toward the sky,
You would smile,
And I would watch you twirl.
Excerpt from Son of My Soul - The Adoption of Christopher
Copyright 2007 Saga Books
Library of Congress Copyright Debra Shiveley Welch 2010
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