I have a great friend with whom I went to high school and he and his wife adopted a precious little girl, Rosalind, two years ago. She's growing and becoming a person right before their very eyes. What joy! Someone to love forever. I am so happy for them I could cry.
So here's a poem dedicated to Rozzy, or more precisely, to the woman out of whose womb came Rozzy.
Hail Mother
Full of grace,
We wish peace is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women
And blessed is the fruit of thy choice, baby
Holy Stranger
Mother of Rozzy
Pray for us parents
Now and at the hour of our death
