Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Today's poem

Not flesh of my flesh,
nor bone of my bone,
but still,
miraculously, my own.
Never forget,
for a single minute -
you didn't grow under
my heart, but in it.

Writer unknown

I've had this poem hanging on my wall for twenty-six years. I read it nearly every day, and it always brings tears of gratefulness to my eyes.

My dear ones.


  1. Amen, Nan! As I have told my son - and I feel it with all my heart: "You *are* my flesh and my bone!" I can't explain it - but it is a true feeling. I too love this poem.

  2. Joyce, they are our greatest blessings.
    Nan, that's exactly how I feel. The minute the photographs arrived, those were our kids.

  3. I love it! They look like characters ... good ones. ;)

  4. What a beautiful poem Nan. What beautiful children of the heart too. You are indeed mightly blessed.

  5. Thanks for sharing this beloved poem with us! My mom had a copy of it too and said it to the 3 of us. Your kiddos look wonderful, as usual!!!

  6. Awwww, and they look like they really enjoy each other's company, too.

  7. Ha! They look fun!
    And what a wonderful poem. I've heard it before, but I can't remember where.


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