Bring me my Bow of burning gold; bring me my Arrows of Desire ~~ William Blake

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Somebody's son...

Somebody's son is waiting for his parents to find him and bring him home.

He is longing for a family.  He wants brothers and sisters, but most of all he needs the love of parents to guide him.

(turning fifteen this summer)

He has been so lonely for so long.

 (turns sixteen in TWO WEEKS)

He needs a dad to show him how to be a strong and kind man.  He needs the love of a mom.

 (turning sixteen in December)

He needs a brother or a sister--or two--or some cousins, who will play games and share jokes and even bicker sometimes.  He needs an aunt or an uncle or a grandparent who will share their experiences and listen to his dreams.

 (turning sixteen in October)

Perhaps he has given up on dreaming.  He needs parents who can help renew his hope in life.

(turned fifteen in February)

He needs the embrace of people who love him just how he is, who will come alongside him and give the care and help he has missed out on.

(turns sixteen in June!  and he is tiny)

His time is running out--and he needs a miracle. 

(turning sixteen in TWO WEEKS)

Here is another post about the boys.

Edited Monday night, April 15:  Here is another post from a mom who adopted a teenage boy.  

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