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Hours of labor, and minutes of rest Only to be taken away from the breast. Months of pain, hardship, and fear, But, in the end my decision is clear. I am not ready to bear a child on my own My partner has left me; I am all alone. My baby will do well in the hands of another, Anyone but me could be a better mother. So I hand off my child into the arms of a nurse, Knowing for the rest of my life I'll be cursed. She cradles her gently, and holds her with care, While I lay there and wallow in self-hate and despair. She brings back my daughter all squeaky and clean Her new parents follow with eyes all agleam. They name her Grace, meaning "gift from God," I smile and laugh, feeling like a fraud. I hand her over, my baby no more, As she leaves my hands, I feel a jolt in my core. I'll never see her again, but I know this is right, They're taking my darkness to turn it to their light. I drive away from the hospital, with a wave and a smile Knowing I'm leaving behind my child ...
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
Birth Mother
Hours of labor, and minutes of rest Only to be taken away from the breast. Months of pain, hardship, and fear, But, in the end my decision is clear. I am not ready to bear a child on my own My partner has left me; I am all alone. My baby will do well in the hands of another, Anyone but me could be a better mother. So I hand off my child into the arms of a nurse, Knowing for the rest of my life I'll be cursed. She cradles her gently, and holds her with care, While I lay there and wallow in self-hate and despair. She brings back my daughter all squeaky and clean Her new parents follow with eyes all agleam. They name her Grace, meaning "gift from God," I smile and laugh, feeling like a fraud. I hand her over, my baby no more, As she leaves my hands, I feel a jolt in my core. I'll never see her again, but I know this is right, They're taking my darkness to turn it to their light. I drive away from the hospital, with a wave and a smile Knowing I'm leaving behind my child ...
This is a work in progress. I'm writing this, posing as my birth mother who gave me up for adoption 17 years ago. Any help would be greatly appreciated. :)
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
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