Together

Foster children get passed around

From house to house across the town

Five children living far apart

With dreams of a family in their heart

Robert Carter a single dad

Remembers the foster life he had

Adopted three siblings to give them a home

Discovered two more were all alone

He searched the system and found they were there

The other two siblings were in foster care

He decided he needed to make things right

And bring them together to their delight

He adopted them all and took them home

From now on these children will never be alone

Their sad separations no longer make them blue

Dreams of family really do come true

Today at d’Verse, Peter asked us to write a documentary poem. He challenged us to write about an event that is local or does not get much attention. I saw this on the local news this morning and thought it would be perfect. Adoption is so important to children whose lives have been disrupted by separation. This story touched my heart and I think it will touch yours as well.

https://www.wral.com/single-man-adopts-five-siblings/19372126/

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Superhero Comic Book

My granddaughter Molly has written a comic book about the experiences living with her new brother, who was adopted from Korea.  She lives out her fantasies and struggles on the pages of her book, hoping that sharing her struggles will help other children who have adopted siblings.  She is creating this for her Girl Scout Gold Award Project. Today, her little brother turns ten years old.
As you can, see I am very proud of both of my grandchildren, and hope you will take time to view it on Amazon.com.  Click above to view. If you have Kindle, you can read it for free!

Superheroes

Come in all sizes

We love them both

Check out her web site:  https://www.weadoptedasuperhero.com/?fbclid=IwAR0IE3LC-Ljt3qfBwNHOfzuaiHxCY-P8VKjdvq_Pp4xdCpf1QPg8p9U9d-s

Superman’s Sister

Micah adopted superman

Superman was adopted, so the story goes;
From a land far away he came to our world.
A loving family raised him to be a fine young man
To fight evil and oppression wherever he can.
Little brother was adopted from a far away land;
Brought home to be loved // he’s a fine young man.
With magical superpowers all his own;
He plays with his sisters // now feels right at home.
Who knows what kind of superhero he’ll become?
Shocking us all with his meteoric wonder,
We’ll call him Nimbus full of lightning and thunder.
He has a sister who loves him and thinks he’s special;
Loves being partner to his imaginary wonder.
Sweet and lovable he loves to be with her…
How lucky for her to be superman’s sister.
~Dwight L. Roth~

As you can see below, my granddaughter is working on her Girl Scout Gold Award. She has started a web page and is doing a series of comic strips on the theme Superman’s Sister. Please make our day and check it out… and follow if you like. Thank you.   https://www.facebook.com/Supermans-Sister-109842553901894/

Superman’s Sister
January 26 ·
Hi, my name is Molly, and my family did adopt a superhero! My brother Micah came home from Korea is 2012, and our experience helped inspire “Superman’s Sister,” my Girl Scout Gold Award project. My original comic strip debuted in March, but in the meantime, please stay tuned for ways to get involved!

Molly and Micah

Click on the link below to visit her Facebook page and read her comic strips:

https://www.facebook.com/Supermans-Sister-109842553901894/

Or her website at:

https://www.weadoptedasuperhero.com/?fbclid=IwAR3y-OJjDn7sLVberl9FU_a0ZvIzSfuD9rA_kwn8ug_kYJl8i-bdid-s_PM

Photos: Jason Roth

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Lullaby

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Being adopted must be a traumatic experience for a little boy who started the first year of his life with a foster parent. This was the experience of my grandson. He was adopted into a family who spoke a different language, ate different food, and had other children. You can understand why he did not want his new parents to leave him at night. I wrote this as a lullaby that expresses some of the feelings that I imagined occurred during this time. He has since grown into a well adjusted little boy.

Sweet Baby Boy
Sweet baby boy just close your eyes
Go off to dreamland with a sigh
Sweet baby boy fly away
To worlds unknown beyond the eye
*
Sweet baby boy come to me now
With all your tears a crying
Sweet baby boy I’ll ease your fears
And soon you’ll be a sighin’
*
And when you wake I’ll be right here
Near you I’ll be lyin’
To keep you safe and let you know
This is your home where I am
*
Through tears and fears throughout the years
I’ll always be your Mother
And though you might not understand
There’ll never be another

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Painting by Dwight L. Roth

Jilly at d’Verse asked us to use repetition in our poetry today to bring emphasis to the poem. Sweet Baby Boy came to mind when I read this prompt. It is a song I wrote as a lullaby for my adopted grandson when he was adopted several years ago.

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Letter to My Adopted Grandson

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Our prompt from Bjorn at d”verse, is to write a letter to someone in poetic form.  I wrote this for my grandson who was adopted when he was a year and a half.  It is written from his new mother’s perspective, and addresses his emotional struggles and insecurities that came with such a transition. It is a lullaby, which I recorded, but could also serve as a letter. He has adjusted and is doing very well.

Sweet Baby Boy

Sweet baby boy just close your eyes

Go off to dreamland with a sigh

Sweet baby boy fly away

To worlds unknown beyond the eye

*

Sweet baby boy come to me now

With all your tears a cryin’

Sweet baby boy I’ll ease your fears

And soon you’ll be a sighin’

*

And when you wake I’ll be right here

Near you I’ll be lyin’

To keep you safe and let you know

This is your home where I am

*

Through tears and fears throughout the years

I’ll always be your Mother

And though you might not understand

There’ll never be another

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*For my grandson who was adopted when he was a year and a half old. 

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Baby Boy

jason-with-home-made-sock-monkey-001  I am sure you know someone who has adopted a child. It is a very special time, and sometimes a difficult one for the child, especially if the child is a year or two old.  I wrote this lullaby for my grandson who had a difficult adjustment to his new family. Nights were frightening to him. He is now well adjusted and full of life.

Sweet Baby Boy

Sweet baby boy just close your eyes

Go off to dreamland with a sigh

Sweet baby boy fly away

To worlds unknown beyond the eye

*

Sweet baby boy come to me now

With all your tears a cryin’

Sweet baby boy I’ll ease your fears

And soon you’ll be a sighin’

*

And when you wake I’ll be right here

Near you I’ll be lyin’

To keep you safe and let you know

This is your home where I am

*

Through tears and fears throughout the years

I’ll always be your Mother

And though you might not understand

There’ll never be another

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Sweet Baby Boy

Being adopted must be a traumatic experience for a little boy who started the first year of his life with a foster parent. This was  the experience of my grandson. He was adopted into a family who spoke a different language, ate different food, and had other children.  You can understand why he did not want his new parents to leave him at night. I wrote this as a lullaby that expresses some of the feelings that I imagined occurred  during this time. He has since grown into a well adjusted little boy.

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Sweet Baby Boy

Sweet baby boy just close your eyes

Go off to dreamland with a sigh

Sweet baby boy fly away

To worlds unknown beyond the eye

*

Sweet baby boy come to me now

With all your tears a crying

Sweet baby boy I’ll ease your fears

And soon you’ll be a sighin’

*

And when you wake I’ll be right here

Near you I’ll be lyin’

To keep you safe and let you know

This is your home where I am

*

Through tears and fears throughout the years

I’ll always be your Mother

And though you might not understand

There’ll never be another

Painting by Dwight L. Roth