'the lucky one'
Jill says, "People kept telling me 'He's lucky!' -- until I eventually wrote this poem for my son Dimitry.
“The Lucky One"
“You adopted him?” they always say,
“An orphan from afar?
What a lucky boy he is!
How wonderful you are!”
At first, at times, I must admit
I liked this heartfelt praise.
But soon I learned they had it wrong
In oh, so many ways
My revelation first began
The day he took my hand
And waved goodbye to all he knew
To fly to foreign land
When home, I took the water hose
And sprayed him top to bottom
His bell-like laugh inside me woke
A youth I had forgotten
He thrilled to spot a plane! A car!
A spider web in May!
He noticed things I never saw
Yet walked by every day!
He’d run to me when I came home
With hugs that turned me blue!
He tried to say, “I love you,”
Though it came out “Ah va lou!”
And now, when I am overcome
With burden and with trial,
My every worry melts away
When I see Dima smile
To touch his face, to hold him close
To pull him to my knee
To hear him call out, “Mommy!”
And to know that he means ME!!!
HE'S the one who's wonderful!
A precious, blessed soul
His warmth is what fulfills me
And his love's what makes me whole
And still they say, “He’s lucky!”
When they learn about my son.
But now I smile and firmly say,
“No, I’m the lucky one!”
Written by Jill Underhill, 2007