Long Adoption Poems
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Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Sister to four older biological brothers
Lover of God, Home, and Family
One who feels affection deeply, concern for many, and intrigued with nature
Who fears wars, plagues, and disasters coming upon the world and universe
One who would like to see peace on earth, nature at its best, and love overflowing
Resident of West Central Georgia
Kendrick
Sara
Compassionate, Spiritual, Shy, and Creative
Adopted sister to two older brothers and one older sister who died in infancy
Lover of God, Home, And Family
One who feels insecure, needs to be perfect, and close to nature
Who fears what horrible things are coming on this earth
One who would like to see families stay intack, love overflowing, and nature at its best
Resident of West Central Georgia, The Universe, And One Day Heaven
Kendrick
I am like the tree that is split into two trunks..I was born to one family then adopted by another but share in with adoption into the family of God..The change in the poem is the fact that I was adopted so a major change in my life
It is National Happy Cat Month (September). Please consider adoption.
Cat: An incomparable companion that smoothes the bumpy road.
She looked at me with somber eyes
enchanting with her wily guise.
Hesitant love became her stance
as she wondered at her sole chance
by blinking lovely golden eyes.
Living life with abuse and lies
never knowing what love implies
cautiously observing askance,
she looked at me.
Asking only for warm allies
and love that her bearing belies
hopeful that this is no mischance
and she may enrich and enhance
my cheerless life with loving ties
she looked at me.
They are dirty, they are unclean, they need to be exterminated she explained to me. I was a ride share driver and picked up a women, she explained she came from a ….. country to get educated and was now living in Boston area, she supported abortion and other forms of human extermination of unclean people, she explained that since these children and people were created uncleanly they therefore needed to be exterminated. Today I still think about this conversation with her, and I pray for the many she will try to influence to die for her belief. Always choose life and protect it,life is a gift and a blessing, so value it, protect it, and cherish every day. Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Like a lightning bolt, it came,
a phone call from a man,
a call that rocked my world.
His words- my birth mother,
looking for me- and he found me.
Oh God, how could this be?
The only mom I know is
not the mother of my blood?
What is my real birth story!
Why was I left in the dark?
Oh, so many mysteries.
Do I have other siblings?
What will she look like- me?
How did I come to lose her?
But, now she wants me,
her child, her flesh, and blood.
How will I tell my 'mother'
I wish to meet my real mom?
She's the only one I've known.
What will happen to our long,
loving mother-daughter
thirty-two-year relationship?
Will she feel hurt and sad?
Can I love them both?
But, now 'she' wants me!
My mom wants to meet me!
What will I say to her? How
will I feel at the moment
I see her- our eyes meet?
So many emotions, so
many, many questions- and I
need all of those answers.
"Yes", I say on the phone.
"Yes, yes, I want to meet her!"
My heart feels something
I have never felt before-
a new beginning! Why, how,
when, where- I came to be-
by my real birth mom who still
wants me- cares about me!
July 21, 2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Free Verse On Sadness
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 03/05/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Long Lost Family
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 09/02/2016
Theme: A mother searching for the child she gave up for adoption. Inspired by the TV show, 'Long Lost Family', always such bittersweet stories.
The regressive Supreme Court decision
hustled, proclaimed, and voiced
June 24th, 2022
immediately quashing pro choice option,
struck down constitutional right
(upheld for half a century -
formerly allowing, enabling and providing
the muliebrous population
access to secure and safe abortion)
and sent a chill into the air.
A woman of childbearing age
within the United States trade
risk seeking abortion if she
unwittingly finds herself pregnant
resorting to desperate measures
sans mortality written
courtesy blood and gore costly paid
for ownership of body electric
autonomy usurped to choose abortion,
especially females representing
low income statistic,
whose chaotic, frantic, hectic..., existence
quite unlike bucolic, idyllic, poetic
lifestyle exemplified, exhibited, and exuded
by Thomas Kinkade
impossible (aery) mission
to buzzfeed another mouth
hence unlucky gal
now faces criminal charges,
whereat strong arm of the law
one lass unable to evade.
Despite being an older
long haired pencil necked geek male,
(a genetic product
of the baby boomer generation)
albeit one dazed and confused man,
whose body resembles
a miniature lead zeppelin
I a baby boomer guy
always inclined toward
remaining aforementioned gender,
nevertheless can empathise
with red hot poker anger
fecund women most likely experience,
when in the heat of passion
birth control measures vehemently
even non verbally overruled,
when an aggressive partner
thwarts such rational precautions
exerting patriarchal domination
loosing abundant seminal fluid
with deliberate intent to impregnate.
Many instances abound,
(since time immemorial)
whereby linkedin couples
ardently, fervently, maddeningly
strive to beget offspring
and thus shuck off
the application regarding
accessing, kickstarting, wielding
invocation of divine spirit,
thus their sexual relations
forfeit applying prophylactics,
oftimes feeling down and out
when biological fertilization
breeds despair, grief, mourning...
yet no sooner does adoption
appear as the last best hope
the maternal hormonal gonadal
secretion agency, propensity, viscosity....
and quirky unpredictability,
where unsuspecting latent virility
to procreate ironically occurs.
Dear Father Abraham,
I Know that Too Much Time has Past, Events Taken, and Choices Made that Forever Changed the Course of History.
I am a Son Not by Birth, but by Adoption, You See I Follow the Teachings of Your Son Yeshua.
A Man Who Came Long Ago, Was Crucified on a Tree between Two Criminals, and was Raised the Third Day, Which Made My Acceptance Possible.
Father I Only ask Now, for without You, I would be destined for an Eternity Separated from God.
The Old Writings State that On That Day You Had Three Visitors, One Whom Resembled The Son of Man, or God Himself.
They Brought Good News that Sarah who had been Barren Till Now Would One Day Have A Son, and You An Heir to Carry On Your Family Name.
Time Passed, and You Both Growing Older with No Fulfillment of the Promise in Sight.
A Choice Was Made to use Hagar as the Possible Vessel for its Fulfillment.
The Result a Beautiful Baby Boy Named Ishmael, Who Grew to be a Wise and Strong Young Man.
All Was Well Till The Fulfillment of Time had Come, and God’s Promise To You and Sarah resulted in a Child also, Who Would be Called Isaac.
Now there exists Two Sons of Abraham, One of Hagar, and the Other Of Sarah, but Both Are Your Seed.
Father Abraham thousands of Years have Passed Now, Since Those Moments In Time, And Much Blood Spilt Pondering the Question Which One is The Rightful Heir?
For Two Great Multitude of People(s) Resulted from Those Choices Made. The Sons Of Ishmael Became the Muslim Race, and the Sons of Isaac Would Become The Israeli or Hebrew.
I Know that as a Gentile I Have No Right to ask, but It was on My Mind.
Looking Back at the Wars Fought, Blood Spilt, Lives Lost, and Time Spent, Between the Descendants of Your Two Sons.
If You Could Go Back, and make Different Choices, Would You?
Is there Any Way To Bridge the Divide?
There are No Easy Answers, Only More Questions.
I Don’t Know if it is Even My Place To Attempt to ask the Question at a Possible Way Forward?
I Only know From the Outside Looking in, that They Are Both Your Sons, and I a Gentile, don’t Know all the issues, or May Never Completely Understand them, or Have Any Possible Answers.
Father I Wonder What Do You Think?
Sincerely,
A Confused Gentile
Author Paul Cumberbatch (July 30, 2020)
I remember you when you were first swaddled.
I remember your first steps waddled.
I remember your first words spoke,
And I remember your mispronunciation being our joke.
I was there when all others left you alone.
I was there to care for you as a son, my own.
I was there when you were mercilessly beat,
And I was there when the world crumbled under your feet.
I witnessed the struggled transition from adoption.
I witnessed when you grew and wished a different option.
I witnessed when the stress took you and you lost control,
And I witnessed when the darkness began consuming your soul.
Gain for yourself some semblance of strength.
Against apathy push back and keep at arms length
Bitterness and rage which can so easily ensnare.
Rise above and become a statistic much more rare.
Improve on that which has made you great.
Exuviate that which is only encumbering weight.
Let yourself be better than the rest in your crowd.
P.S. And bear in mind always, little brother,
Despite where you've been,
You've made me proud.
There was a day my life changed
when I was adopted at 6 weeks of age
what if that hadn't happened? left myself!
where I'd be today? maybe on my last page
But in God's providence never left alone
placing me in a family where I receive care
throughout life felt God's touch many a time
no matter how hard, never said it's not fair
After birth, move into kid's home
left to wonder about life's future
but no memory of my infant thoughts
or days ahead, I may have to endure
Six long weeks it probably felt
till adopted parents came my way
then papers signed so all's legal
moving out to country was I to stay
My dad worked on a farm nearby
while mother kept the house in check
so grateful to live out in fresh air
for pre-school days were my top deck
(Just thinking about my early pre-school days getting adopted and events around these early events in my life. )
We were just children of different ages,
From varied places brought on different days
By the police to that one children’s home.
At first, we did not know each other’s name,
But we soon developed a bond that was
Peculiar to people in the same plight.
We were victims of abuse and neglect
In our own homes by family and kin,
So we chose to run and live on the streets.
We rummaged through garbage for scraps to sell,
At night, in parks or in pavements, we slept
‘Til the police took us in their mobile.
There were babies, too, who had been disclaimed
In hospitals just after they were born,
By their own mothers--too young or poor,
Or afraid of responsibility.
They occupied one of the building’s wings:
When one cried, the others joined in sympathy.
We were fed, clothed, and we had warm beds;
We helped Nanay* cook and prepare our meals
Tatay* cleaned the halls and kept the garden.
The other staff were very good to us.
Thus, in that place, though momentarily,
We had a semblance of a family.
Sometimes a new child was brought in--frightened,
And shy, till he warmed to our company.
The saddest part was when one had to go--
Released due to overage, or finally
Found by relations, or for adoption.
These goodbyes always brought tears to our eyes.
It was in that children’s home where I learned
Many things about love, loss, life, and pain,
And why it was that the world wasn’t fair,
And why there were those who still remained kind.
I found solace in people I barely knew
And real friendship in an unlikely place.
I can’t help but wonder where they are now;
It’s been one score and ten since my release.
Some names and faces I can still recall
But some have faded with the years that passed.
All I can do is wish them well and pray,
Like Tiny Tim, “God bless us, everyone!”
*Nanay is a Filipino term for Mother; the male counterpart is Tatay.
April 10, 2023
Lower Fairview, Baguio City
Cats were in a cozy room filled with feline toys,
chats were going among the many fluffy kittens;
hats contained kitties but they were basket ploys,
spats on a few were white legs like long mittens !
Look at this place yelled the children with joy,
(a)nook where we can visit the cats and play;
storybook on the table- oh read it pleaded a boy,
picture-book and picture-book and kittens all day !
Cafe for people to meet cats for maybe adoption,
gay colors and great snacks and lots of fluff;
lay with the kittens- or just visit is another option,
stay as long as you want but they can get rough !
This place is great yelled the children so happy,
bliss could be seen in each boy and girls eye;
kiss all the furry faces for leaving will be unhappy,
hiss, said a grumpy kitty in reply as we left with a sigh !
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April 1, 2021
Poetry/Lento/The Cat Cafe
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1342-291-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Look At This Place !
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 05/04/2021