One of the most rewarding things about writing poems on demand is having unexpectedly personal interactions with complete strangers. Stacey happened to walk past my table at an event in September with her baby girl in a stroller. She asked for a poem for her daughter. I asked for a few of her daughter's interests, which turned out to include eating, sleeping, and putting things into her mouth. Stacey then mentioned that she had been caring for the baby for several months, but had only that day officially received final approval for adoption of her daughter.
The weight of the whole situation, the strange complexity of the process this family had just gone through, and the emotional significance of the closure that they had been granted really struck me. Of the occasional poems I've been asked to write, it's among those of which I'm most proud.