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Originally Posted By Kasey

Hello,

I am looking for people who want to share their adoption story and poetry for publication. I am working on my next book. I am an adoptee in reunion and a school psychologist.

Please email if interested: triadpublishing@yahoo.com

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Originally Posted By libby

Hey i love reading poetry and i write some myself... i have this one that i wrote about my birthmother, and i was reading what you said about needing adoption-related poetry...so if your interested email me back at elisa_3@hotmail.com and ill send you a copy of it...thanx libby-- the lost girl

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Originally Posted By Kasey

hi my name is lisa and i love writing poetry i have poetry about everything and i was wondering if you wanted a couple poems about my brother whom i've neever met because he was put up for adoption a long time ago. if you do please email me at felixlove16@hotmail.com
thank you

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Originally Posted By Erin Kling

I know you're out there somewhere
so very far away
So I will keep you in my heart
until that special day
When we can be a family
your daddy, you and me
I just can't wait until that day
when we're a family!!!

Written by Erin Kling

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Originally Posted By Janeen Rosenberg

Sealed Fate

Adoptees wish they really knew the damage that is done,
by cutting off our past, by saying we have none.

You know your family tree by its heritage and your name,
But adoptees don't know who is reflected in a mirror frame.

We are left wondering who are parents really were,
or if it was because of me, this suffering I deserve.

We have no identity like others of you do,
While looking in a mirror of who we see, we haven't got a clue.

Our medical history is also sealed as we are told we have none,
As we wonder what condition we pass to our daughters & our sons.

Our right to unseal records is something that may start,
The process of forgiveness and the healing of the heart.

Website: http://www.geocities.com/twohugedimples/

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Originally Posted By Janeen Rosenberg

Sealed Fate

Adoptees wish they really knew the damage that is done,
by cutting off our past, by saying we have none.

You know your family tree by its heritage and your name,
But adoptees don't know who is reflected in a mirror frame.

We are left wondering who are parents really were,
or if it was because of me, this suffering I deserve.

We have no identity like others of you do,
While looking in a mirror of who we see, we haven't got a clue.

Our medical history is also sealed as we are told we have none,
As we wonder what condition we pass to our daughters & our sons.

Our right to unseal records is something that may start,
The process of forgiveness and the healing of the heart.

Website: http://www.geocities.com/twohugedimples/

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Originally Posted By Stacey Bailey

This is a poem my mother felt expressed her feelings about adopting her three children.
It was written by someone from Hartford Conn. Unfortionatley I don't know their name.

Not flesh of my flesh
Not bone of my bone,
But still miraculously
My own.
Never forget
For a single minute;
You didn't grow under my
heart -
But in it.

My e-mail address is dbailey8@twcny.rr.com

[snapple]

This Mother's Cry



Just yesterday I held you close.
You mean so much to me.
Because I care, I had to share.
In time I hope you'll see.

Crying out for you,
were you crying out for me?

Although the days and years go by,
the time stands still for me.

Wondering why I didn't hold you longer,
spend more time before I said good-bye.

So now I'm crying out for you,
were you crying out for me?

In the still of the night
the emptiness within me longs for something
that cannot be.

To know for sure you're safe and secure,
to go back in time and change my mind.
Again I wish I could see

Just one more glimpse of your angel face
forever etched in my memory.

Crying out for you,
were you crying out for me?





WRITTEN BY MICHELLE GRANT
DEDICATED TO PHIL


COPYRIGHT (C)2003

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The Forgotten One


On a spring night many years ago,
My beautiful baby boy was handed to me.
So precious, yet so strong,
Truly a miracle to see.

What a tough choice to make -
A life with me or another mother?

Sometimes the pressures in life are too much to take,
And we are faced with decisions that are difficult to make.
Can I give him a good home? Can I do this on my own?
No, you're too young. You'll do what's right, they say,
And then when he's old enough, you'll see him again some day.

Life does not always work that way.
Sometimes that day never comes.
It tore my heart in two.
All of these years of waiting, and I still cannot see you.

What happened to Mother's Day?
Nobody seems to understand my pain. My loss, her gain.

Even though you were raised by another,
I chose life and a future for you, my son.
I will always be your mother.

Yet, sitting in solemn silence on every Mother's Day,
Ignored by others,

I am the forgotten one,
Not even recognized as a mother.


WRITTEN BY MICHELLE GRANT
DEDICATED TO PHIL

COPYRIGHT (C) 2003

[BrandyHagz]

Once there were two women who never knew each other. One you do not remember, the other you call mother. Two different lives shaped to make yours one. One became your guiding star…the other became your sun. The first gave you life and the second taught you to live in it. The first gave you a need for love…and the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name

One gave you the need for talent
The other gave you an aim

One gave you emotions
The other calmed your fears

One saw you first sweet smile
The other dried your tears

One gave you up
It was all she could do

The other prayed for a child
And God led her straight to you

And now you ask me through your tears
The age-old questions through the years…
Heredity of environment – which are you a product of?
Neither my darling, neither,
Just two different kinds of love.