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Julie,
Surprise, this poem made me cry. It was so tender and deep and all of the right things. It touched my heart and I appreciate you telling me about it, so that I could read it.
I cannot tell you how much it means to me, as an adopted child, to think that you would adopt and older child like your son in college. Most people want babies--and those of us whose lives didnt work out for one way or another, those of us who are older . . .arent wanted. We arent wanted because we are are own people--too old to be rocked and held, formed, and molded . . .we are creatures of our own imagination and while we welcome love and acceptance from others, most of who we are, is what we have already experienced. It must be hard to try and break down those walls . . . of pain and fear, and signs of abandonment and rejection, but you do it anyway, and that gives hope to all of us in this situation.
I value the friendship that we have begun to form and look forward to reading more of your poetry--it allows me to see the great part of who you are--your soul.
Again, great job.
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Brooke
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