Taken away at birth...
Damaged to human touch...
So I don't like to feel much...
Me and my primordial wound.
I have a hole in my chest...
one that food, sex and drugs cannot sate...
so please don't embrace me unless you can relate...
to me and my primordial wound!
You say you don't see color...
but to you I'm still just another...
and you wonder why I search for my mother...
Me and my primordial wound!
You adopted me but ignore my issues...
so I rain down my sadness into tissues...
so to my adoptive family, I don't miss you!
Me and my primordial wound!
Categories:
adoptive, depression, family, grief, loneliness,
Form: Lyric
Adoptive moms are great. Really!
A special mom will come to you just when the moment’s right.
They’ll show up day or night. They are truly worth the wait!
Adoptive moms are protective.
They’ll never let anyone hurt you. You are so, so special.
They’ll always be there for you and you’ll always have what you need.
Adoptive moms are loving.
They hold you when you cry. They hug you when you’re sad.
They’ll love you and adore you even when you are mad, or really, really bad!
Adoptive moms are helpful.
They notice when you struggle, so they’ll teach you many things.
They want you to succeed with anything that you can dream.
Adoptive moms are strong.
They don’t lose faith when days are long. They won’t give up on you.
They’ll fight when things go wrong. They are people you can depend on.
Categories:
adoptive, 5th grade, caregiving, child,
Form: Limerick
I wish to fit bereavement
that truly decays you all,
but I am at loss
for never mustering sentences enough
when I had the chance.
But I wish to care for those
who did.
Categories:
adoptive, friendship, funeral,
Form: Free verse
“Where’s my Mommy?” Whimpered a fearful voice,
As the little blind girl cried,
She couldn’t understand why her mommy was gone
No matter how hard she tried.
It was only her third Christmas,
And Mommy was the only gift she sought.
Searching the worn-torn streets, she said,
“Oh, Mommy!” As a tender arm she caught.
A soldier girl from a foreign land
Felt a tug on her uniform sleeve,
And said as she reached down with heart and hand,
“I’ll be your Mommy this Christmas Eve.”
—James E. Tate
Categories:
adoptive, childhood, family, holiday, loss,
Form: Quatrain