When I adopted my daughter, a friend gave me this poem matted and framed:
Tonight as you lie sleeping
for the first time in your bed
I feel there's something lasting
and profound that should be said.
But nothing I can think of
seems quite fitting, so instead,
Welcome home, my child
at long last, welcome home.
Tomorrow when you wake up
a brand new life will start....
A life in which you'll always be
A very special part.
So dream sweet dreams and once more
from the bottom of my heart
Welcome home my child
It's not attributed to anyone so I don't know who wrote it.
Another friend gave me a beautiful plaque with my daughter's name, her birth date, the date of our adoption of her and the meaning of her name (Bringer of Peace).
Of all her baby things, these are the two things (aside from a baby quilt I made for her that she hangs on her wall) that she still has in her room. She's seventeen now.