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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"
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.
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
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 the family has entered the home with the people pleaser persona ready to please,
and the scoffing house owners covert resentment that you can see for miles.
I go straight to the TV gathering because sports takes precedent over discussing the oddities of the human soul.
Any emotional releasing of truth from an adoptee to a narcissistic narrative holder, to their image, may take a serious toll. Along with football being the shield to any true connection, the subject of jobs is always a safe bet.
Employment talk is a sanitary substitution to life's passions, the path to which an adoptee's heart is truly set.
I mention my joy of a piano gig to an adoptive sister's husband who quickly changes the subject.
God knows how many complaints they have shared about me as I stay in their minds, they're abundant.
It's an unspoken rule that I am not to share my success unless it is theirs that is confirmed to be greater.
Their ego is fragile, their understanding is short and their comfort mindsets are baselined at haters.
I pretend to be ok as I walk in circles, hitting the appetizers and surface level relations.
Only dreaming to myself of real connections and completely conscious of the apparent negative vibrations.
It's time to eat and I sit at their kid's table with another outcast who is an overt racist.
But not outcasted for his racism, it's his word against mine if I'd ever complain and their distaste for bigotry is forever in stasis.
It's time to go home and alone my depression hits, for I long for the compassion of another.
I long for a family that knows me well, my pains, my yearning to uncover.
I declare Thanksgiving is the last holiday with the adoptives, I refuse to bare them for Christmas.
The adoptee chat is my new family now, my allies, my companions, my witness.
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)
This is a poetic testimony of a child from an orphanage ...
adopted by loving parents:
Though I look sober, still in the Lord do I indeed rejoice
Grateful am I to hear my father and mother’s voice
With “We love you, dear; you’re a child of our choice.”
As a baby, a lot of things I can’t understand…
But, I’m being trained to trust the Creator Who has perfectly planned
Everything for my life, beauteously grand by His divine brand.
Well, it was sheer triumph of gladness that reigned over my amusement
The very first time I experienced loving home’s engagement…
Yet, please allow me to express sincere “baby-bewilderment.”
So true, I’m puzzled because I don’t have the looks of my Mom and Dad
You can’t blame me if somehow such causes me to be sad, but not mad…
Even if told that the Master wondrously molds me to be a good lad.
Yes, my brain is questioning this present situation of mine…
Hoping that in God’s best time I’ll comprehend His marvelous design:
Why I’m an adopted child, which accordingly is “just fine.”
Now, I’m settled in my adoptive family’s faithful care
While nestling in my parents and siblings’ nurture for my welfare
Thanking them for making me belong with their adoption-share.
Praising the Saviour for my new “psychosocial” identity
I, rescued from abortion, pray earnestly for God’s blessings’ bounty
As I grow up to learn about adoption* and its spiritual beauty.
*Ephesians 1:5 Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will.
Narrative through Rhyme in extended “Tristich” form
May 1, 2019
6th place, "Baby Face What's You THINKIN' 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 6/3/2019.
God! Your splendid heart always loves the people
It reflects your realization the pain and ache of depart
As a result, you made reunited and gave happiness
You’re great! For the family of Raudhatul Jannah,
Who was lost in the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami,
Of that much horrible destruction and damages.
This is the true story of an Indonesian couple
Happening of unbelievable and unexpected thing
The incident of survival after the dead hope
In the age of fourteen as she was swept away in four
The wish of God, brought Jannah into the door of her home
Who knows about the future and human’s fate more?
Septi and Jamaliah, were a lucky parents of Jannah.
They were also being saved in tens of thousands dead
When the quake-triggered tsunami was in Aceh Province
In spite of making this deadly catastrophe still desperate
A surviving hope has kept them happy in finding the son, Arif
As miracle seen the daughter found after the decade long.
Jannah was spotted by her own uncle walking on the street?
He noticed resemblance then asked few questions to the girl?
Almighty’s wish to reunite, it was confirmed she was Jannah
She was survival of the disaster, missing daughter of his sister
Her luck provided shelter as one of the adoptive family member
That kind fisherman, Sarwani was like a divine to care to her.
There was no bound of gladness in the family getting reunited
Seeing daughter at the front and there is still hope of finding son
The elderly woman was happy to hand over Jannah to her mother
She took the satisfactory breath as she reached her original place
Human helped human here as a God, everyone must be like that
There are no words to praise Oh God, in your amazing participation!
Bhaktapur, Nepal
11/08/2014
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"
Succumbing to enchantment of creative fantasy
exempted from idolatry midst make-believe freedom’s ecstasy
I behold myself among charity princesses, exuding sweet fervency
melding Venus and Aphrodite’s attributes toward earnest love-excellency.
There am I sowing gracious kindness
never tolerating selfishness and greediness
granting wishes that regard over-all victory wellness
encouraging forgiveness prevalence, devoid of haughtiness.
In my assigned area, I bask under radiance of caring glow
visiting orphanages, warming the children with concern-flow
providing foster and adoptive families to every homeless fellow
while reaching-out, aiding the needy, aged, and sick against hardships’ billow.
Instilling joyous altruism around generosity’s opulence
while constantly sharing blessings of good-heartedness influence
instilled goodness virtue offers sincere friendship melting apathy’s silence
meeting differences with respect, valuing one another’s uniqueness license.
Striving to make faithfulness reign, ultimately triumphant
rejoicing as human weaknesses champion over being arrogant
"charity vessel" am I with mission to spread peace that’s jubilant
while yielded to the Sovereign Source of divine love*, eternally abundant.
*I John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
July 13, 2020
1st place, "A Contest About a Goddess or God - Not THE God" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 7/25/2020.
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