From Ukraine With Love
For years I knew the pain of an empty lap,
The silence of a cry I never heard.
The news of no children rang in my ears,
It was more than I could bear.
The waiting began and it seemed to last forever.
When, oh, when would my time come?
When would I hear the sweet cries of a child?
The laughter between a mommy and the one she holds dear.
I stared at the empty crib that stood in the room.
I held tight the blankets that lay useless on the floor.
Pink dresses and girly things hung untouched in the closet.
Waiting to be worn, but wondering if they ever would.
The call finally came and soon we would leave,
On a journey far away, to a country unknown.
We’d look through photos of children longing for a home.
How would we choose from these fragile broken hearts?
The decision had been made through much thought and prayer.
We’d leave on a train soon to meet this sweet baby girl.
What did she look like? What would she think of me?
Had God been preparing her for us, if He had, would she know?
My heart began to race, I had never felt like this before.
Was my journey to motherhood over, as well as the wait?
I sat in an office not knowing what to think.
Had God really kept His promise? Was she the one
I longed for?
There she was in yellow pajamas, blonde hair and a sweet smile.
She grabbed hold of me as if never to let go.
It was then that I knew she was my promise kept,
My lap had been filled, my journey was now over.
I’d never known until then the depth of a mother’s love.
I held this little miracle in my arms, she was my own.
When asked her name, their reply was Luba.
How appropriate, I thought, her name in Russian means “love.”
Our home is now filled with baby dolls and books.
The sound of pitter patter fills our once empty halls.
All the waiting, the emptiness, the silence is gone.
It was filled on a journey from Ukraine with Love.
Written By Becca – February 14, 2005