Best Adoptive Poems
I celebrate wonderful mothers
who always put the needs
of their children first,
the single mothers who
especially must sacrifice
to help their children survive
and thrive with little money
coming in, yet finding ways
to make them feel they fit in.
I celebrate mothers who dole
out love in great abundance
and always take the time
to listen to their children's
concerns and problems
with sage advice that comes
from wisdom's experience.
I celebrate the grandmothers
who have stepped in to raise
their grandchildren when
their daughters can't or won't.
These are Earth's angels.
I celebrate the step-mothers
who raise their stepchildren
without any reservation,
loving them as their own.
They've earned a place in heaven.
I celebrate adoptive mothers
who raise their adopted children
with the same acceptance and
love a birth mother bestows.
They are God's gracious gifts.
I celebrate the mothers who have
lost their children, through death,
kidnapping or by any other loss.
Their suffering cannot be gauged.
Let them receive blessed peace.
I celebrate the dear daughter in laws
who have become beloved daughters
as they become mothers to their mother
in law’s precious grandchildren.
I celebrate the foster mothers
who give abused and orphaned
children a temporary loving home.
They have a direct line to the divine.
I celebrate great grandmothers
who continue to teach their
daughters, granddaughters,
and great granddaughters, by
example, how to be great mothers.
I especially celebrate the homeless
mothers living on the streets, through
circumstances beyond their control,
who somehow manage to
keep their families together.
I celebrate those mothers who live
in impoverished countries who have
starved to make sure their children
have enough food to keep them alive.
Blessed mothers who’ve died for that sake,
and for those who have died giving birth.
I celebrate the time, effort and selfless
love bestowed upon every lucky
child who has been given the
precious gift of a loving mother!
A heartfelt Happy Mother's Day to all!
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day for Monday 11 May, 2015
Surrounded by various profession
Business, medicine, soldiership and education
It's heaven-sent and planned for Him to labour
To work manually with strength and effort
True hardships; entails a great man of honor
He picked up woods and tools to craft
From small drawers and tables to houses that will last
An impression of humility and expression of equality
Though He is reverence; a Saviour from heaven
Joseph was the adoptive father
Where His skill of carpentry originated
He worked night and day; perspired with pain
He asked of no demand and with no complain
The name is Jesus born in Betlehem
The only begotten son of our Father in heaven
He could have worked in another occupation
But chose to make a living from down-below
Carpenters make
Carpenters create
They take the common and make it something to consider
Equipped with right materials they bind things altogether
The reason-being, for us to know He's a builder
Don't you know that we're under construction?
Whenever our hearts broken and the world is all we know
When we pray and call, Jesus is at work
To fix us and forgive; improving mind and soul
No work is greater if hardwork is shared
Truly, Jesus had proven that a carpenter's noble
To help us build our dreams and make the world stronger
"In Him, all things hold together"'.
What i always wanted in life
Was an ideal dad
One who cared about family happiness
And could cheer us up when were sad.
I always wanted a kind man, one who’s patient
And to him his family meant the world
I wanted a man to validate me
By telling me i was a good girl.
I wanted a man who’s discipline
Was never angry or severe
But a type of discipline
That would encourage good conduct when we are far or near.
I wanted a man to tell me happy stories
And tuck me into bed
A man who always told me he loved me
And kissed me on the head
I still long to be hugged, kissed, and squeezed
But i don’t’ expect my future mate to blow my nose whenever i sneeze.
My childhood was a mess
And i had a dysfunctional family
It is the mighty hand of god
That has come in and set me free.
It is not fair to ask my future husband
To treat me like a child
But if expects to love him back
He must be meek and mild.
My future mate cannot play that role
Or undo the damage that has been done
But Jesus, my adoptive dad can fill this void
And through him my victory has already been won.
mother
the matriarch
spends time with her children
her heart flows with much love and care
nonstop
* I would like to wish all my soup friends( ladies) a Happy Mother's Day! Whether you are a mother, stepmother, adoptive mother, foster mother,grandmother, or mother figure( aunt, cousin, teacher and etc). Motherhood comes in different ways, it's not restricted to giving
birth.
05/14/2023
Alexis Y.
A mother struggling through daily burdens
Raises her son to be studious and intelligent
Without any funds for his higher education
When strangers raise enough to pay his tuition.
When a boy in poverty becomes an orphan
And sorrow triumphs with reckless abandon
Evaporating all options with nowhere to turn,
Adoptive-parents take him to a loving home.
A war-zone stricken with death and destruction
Neglects its injured in merciless environment
Till esteemed doctors arrive risking own lives
To care for wounded, volunteering their time.
When a natural disaster ravages entire island
And millions are left without food and water,
A volunteer chef sets up a make-shift kitchen
Feeding millions on the strength of his passion.
Random acts arising from selfless ebullience
Shine a guiding light of heavenly compassion
Delivering against odds with gallant resilience
Exemplifying valiance of strangers in action.
March 2, 2018
There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville
Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle,
Faithgayle and Hopedelle.
They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned
Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind…
Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind.
One day, their home was visited by Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion
Giving all children food supplies, and for each one, a school-provision
As they announced their adoption-related decision.
They planned to adopt two girls who are cheerful
So all children have become more responsible and dutiful
Including Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are hopeful.
“We want all of you to be part of our choice”
Said Mrs. Grace Kompassion, “so now rejoice
And answer our question without making a noise.”
Mr. Merc Kompassion smiled with delight
Stating, “Just do what is right and write without fright
To make us know that you are the great child in our sight.”
Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion asked each child for recommendation:
“Among all of you, what two names can you give as suggestion
To be included for our family expansion?”
Each child wrote one person including own name
But not Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are the same
In not placing their names for their full claim.
Charitybelle considered Faithgayle and Hopedelle for the best
Faithgayle mentioned Hopedelee and Charitybelle to be blest
While Hopedelle noted that Charitybelle and Faithgayle are the greatest.
Because of the love* they showed for each other
Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle were adopted together
And Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion became their father and mother.
Until now, they visit Blessedville Orphanage with eagerness
Expressing that they thank the Lord for His graciousness
Making them belong to a wondrous family of joyfulness.
*1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Tristich in Rhyme midst Narrative form
April 7, 2023
1st place, "Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children with a Good Outcome Ending; Nobody gets hurt" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/6/2023.
Dear Mama
I'm older now and so much has changed
I miss you don't get me wrong
but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
and I can't even tell you to your face
so I'm writing because my cowardliness has forbidden me to speak
like my lips have been locked shut and somehow
I lost the key
and my mind is overflowing so please don't hate me
I'm trying to balance my reality and form a friendship
without hurting your feelings
and I know I sound insane
I get it, you don't think it's that deep
but you don't see what I see
we haven't imagined the same future for me
you're so stuck on what you think is for me
that you're to blinded to witness
that I'm suffering Mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
thanks for keeping in touch
thanks for all the over-text lessons
but I'm good
I don't need a schooling session
I have teachers
I have counselors
I have coaches
For God sake I have a mom
who puts me in the right direction
you missed your chance years ago
So you need to hear this
let me go
I'm only hanging on by a thread
yet you still dangle from my leg
WHY? because when it snaps
we're both dead
Can't you see that I'm not just gonna hop up and leave when I turn 18
classified as a runaway
and for what?
so you can just go back to you old ways
Can't you see that you've broken me
caused my head to spin uncontrollably
I want to please you but I want to be happy
Can't you see that I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
I realized that I really don't know you
we had visits and sleepovers
I was a kid, you were all I knew
But I'm older now and so much has changed
I don't see things the same way
I've found somewhere else where I feel safe
I hope you will understand one day
I want you to be in my life
when I graduate
have kids
and heck when I'm a bride
and yes I'll still take your advice
but Don't turn advice into teachings
I hope now you can see my reality
and your heart isn't broken into a million pieces
just know I'm always here to be your friend
and if you never want to talk again I understand
but you see that would just add on to why I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
It's time
to say goodbye to that title
Dear Renisha
I love you always
-Angel
Note* (I have two moms)
I call my biological mother "Mama" and my adoptive mother "Mom"
The black cloak wrinkled from a restless night
Worn that day despite its negative appearance
Deep, deep black eyes look darkest from grief
Time only wears away the cloak's black color
Washed to a dull gray-black lacking luster
The fabric worn nearly through from its constant use
Each night's journey into the land of terror
Accompanied by the cloak so real that coated every dream
She would sleep, rest, and dream of reaching for her baby girl
Relive the horror of those black eyes a mirror image of self
Staring back at her set in death's grip, wide open and black
A dream that never went away for it was real life event
Dead at nine months old from pneumonia
Found by those living, deep black eyes that never lived again
My adoptive mother and father had a baby girl who died at 9 months old from pneumonia..My mother fed her at 2 A.M. and when the baby did not awake in the morning as usual mother went to see about her and she was dead..
I have two mothers
One gave birth
The other gave me life
I was chosen
I was loved
I was wanted
But I was different
My adoptive family of pale complexion
My dark features were in my blood
I was a loner
Shy and withdrawn
I felt like I didn’t fit in
I was mischievous
Somewhat naughty
Questioned everything
Always rebelling
I thought I knew better
Challenging is in my blood
Anger runs through my veins
I still felt abandoned and unloved
I had so many questions
I was an unfinished jigsaw
Pieces missing from my life
What she is like?
Does she ever think of me?
Wonder where I am now
Imagining is in my blood
A troubled teen
With child yet still a child
A much older violent partner
With full mind control
I thought I knew what I was doing
But I didn’t and I lived a nightmare
Surviving as a true single parent
Would she be proud of me now?
Guilt is in my blood
Years have passed
The jigsaw is complete
I met her
It seemed she accepted me
But the sad truth was
I didn’t like her
She wasn’t how I imagined
Her two younger children took preference
And she rejected me a second time
So now I know some answers
Some she refused to share
The anger is long gone
We no longer speak and I am glad
Rejection has been a part of my life
Lies and secrets too
I still think I know best
My kids turned out fabulous despite the poverty
They knew they were loved from the beginning
Loving them is in my blood
M y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R easons I will never know in this life though
S atan did his work in destroying family
D evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven
Lovingly Dedicated to my Precious Angels:
Tammie, Tiger, Lanissa, Dougie and Janene - and of course to all of my other adoptive angels too!
Thanksgiving Day Blessings For My Children
So thankful for the blessings
Of my five beautiful children
My truly precious angels
All were sent from heaven
Yes, even my stepdaughter is
An equal gift from God above
She completely fills my heart
And carries all this momma love
Looking back at my childhood
It was the best time growing up
I never dreamed it could be better
Until I received the gifts of mom luck
At that point in time
I devoted my entire life
To raising my children
No matter what the strife
I worked so many jobs raising them
Periodically three to four at a time
Even the tiniest moments we shared
Are forever memorable in my mind
I treated each and every moment
As if it was the best time found
To show my children just how
To bounce the joy all around
Now even down to the youngest
Of my grandchildren do know
All the favorite things I cherish
That makes my heart glow
Happiness, dancing, singing
Smiles, nature, balance, peace and rocks
All filled with mountains of love
And I really do mean lots
The most glorious feeling in the world
Is at this very moment - it’s so true
As I think of how all of my children
Pass the same to their loved ones too
It certainly is a good thing
I’m gifted with a big family
To pass the joy all around
To any others they may see
It has been worth all the struggles
And the bumpy roads I’ve been through
To reach this glorious moment in time
Where will the next 56 years take me to
Love and joy are the seeds of inspiration
Those gifts that God sends to me
I kind of wonder if anyone
Could ever be happier than me
As I wait for them to all to arrive
To celebrate this Thanksgiving Day
I am counting all my blessings in thanks
Because this really is the best day
I really do wish happiness
For everyone else too
But for me, all I can say is
Hallelujah and whooo-hooo!
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Beautiful angel, no limits or boundaries ...
You are such a lovely child of God.
Unselfish in your intent, you are as sweet as
A spring flower.
Strong are you and full of life!
You have an understanding of times gone by.
You have wisdom of your own as to what
The future may hold.
Always you try to stand by me seemingly
Guiding me through much of the unknown.
S.E. Clark
In loving memory of my adoptive mom Margejorie Clark 2005
Happy Mother's Day Ladies! And to my little girl Ellen who
is adopted by a wonderful family - our spirits will never be parted,
and my love for you is solid no matter what!
My son, my sweet dear child,
You will never understand
How important you are to me.
It is a difficult situation I know.
But you should not have escaped from me.
I am still your mother.
I love you with all my heart.
You have to understand that.
Believe me I would have told you
When you attained maturity.
Yes, you are my adoptive child.
Have I ever shown you lack of respect?
Where your three brothers ever gain
A greater favour than you?
I treated you all the same.
Yet your adoption was necessary.
It was the advice of a doctor
That made us adopt you.
I had no children of my own
And was very depressed.
I needed a child of my own.
You were chosen not left on a doorstep.
And suddenly I conceived.
I was not expecting it.
I have treated you all the same level.
You will not suffer for it.
Please come back home.
Even your father is worried.
You are our first born no matter what.
Your real parents were accidentally dead.
So now this is your true family.
Please, please come home.
I love you too much to lose you.
To 3/256 Cherokee Girl
Cute like the fly sun and with paddy curl hairs similar
From those summertime fields blow over her in full swim
And it fits in her small understanding
In front of this Adoptive Indian law
She grows like a lovely calf wondering it should not be.
Upon uplifted petals of her big eyes of half-brown
Indian bloom India Baby Girl a battle of love
And parents’ nightmare is breaking out for months
And the entire globe’s eye could see the idea
Of making a direct pain within her tender heart
And it does not matter you and I shall become
A parent and parching stirs and twist about father’s rights
He does not have it any more.
Flying among twinkly stars in faith
For the 3-year-baby girl the notion but a father’s lack
of Autumn and over the whole prairie shimmering
A compelled of him an Indian loves or ground
To the child he never felt before.
I think of those parental days of affection and love
When the Baby Girl was small and wanted it most;
Standing now in the sea of gestures, you great chief have missed
A cut generation goes by, and your conscience from what that weary buffalo
Love cries it certainly does not exist in your heart anymore.
Baby Girl!
Let us pray because I am going to take you home
Where you will be safe.
Baby Girl!
Let goes and come at last to understand
You and I and the prairie Mother
Always we are going to love you.
It leads back to the day...
When the formula of perfection was mastered within the voices
of five silhouettes...
Jina, Tara
Shannon, Trena and lastly... Tiffany.
The last that entered this family unit instantly;
With opened arms that was engaged with acceptance and
stability.
For the harmony of these five angels bought happiness, peace,
and satisfaction; especially in the eyes and heart of our king and hero
known as Mr. Roy Saxon.
And as the harmony of voices reached its peak within the lime green home
on Noble/ Monticello...
Tiffany steps out and begins to sing her solo of thanks and
appreciation to her father, and joy... her invaluable Uncle Roy
who taught her the way of God's
Love, faith, and unity that touched and captured the soul amidst the guest of
friendly fellows...
"I could never give back the token of love that you bought into my life".
For
You are the man who turned from my uncle into my father
overnight... and
With that being said...
You'd always jump on me; hitting me upside my head and said
"Hey Kathy!"
All because of that damn t-shirt granny bought and gave to
thee.
From family gatherings to whatever's today's happenings;
there's always a time when you're happy yelling out my adoptive name of
Kathy.
For I still have flashbacks from a floppy tennis shoe; you used in your
rendition of Hee-Haw while dancing around in a circle laughing and saying...
"Kathy, Kathy"; Which is branded and will always be;
Even you had granny calling me Kathy just between you and
me.
So with that being said...
You are my gift from God; my magic rock and stand.
What more can I say?
You embody the royalty of the Saxon name and made it classy.
With all of our love...
Jina, Tara, Shannon, Trena and "KATHY"