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My Annie Dedicated For the Belief of My Adoptive Mom and Dad
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Funny as I remember now - 

I went out to the animal shelter to-rescue my little Annie one day-
some time not to long ago; and-from outside, on my way in I saw her - 
and...

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© James Long  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: adoptive, inspirationalme, me, thank you,
Form: Prose Poetry
Adoptive Mommy
“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...

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© James Tate  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: adoptive, childhood, family, holiday, loss,
Form: Quatrain
Adoptive Pain
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....

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Categories: adoptive, friendship, funeral,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Adoptive Moms Are Great
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.  ...

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Categories: adoptive, 5th grade, caregiving, child,
Form: Limerick
Adoptee Victim of the Holidays
Adoptee Victim of the Holidays by Corey Quinn (Chaotic rhyme scheme to match my emotional state)

As I enter the home to over salted deviled eggs, loud dogs and poisonous side conversations,
the adoptive family quickly unleashes their shallow holiday greetings and stale smiles.
The black sheep of...

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Categories: adoptive, depression, family, feelings, holiday,
Form: Rhyme
My Primordial Wound
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...

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Categories: adoptive, depression, family, grief, loneliness,
Form: Lyric




Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry