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One sixteen
You had me
Two sixteens
You needed me
Three sixteens
And you were gone
When I almost
Found you
I lost you
Before I knew you
So long
Paige Apr 10
To the woman I’ve never met,
but the woman who loves me.
Forced to let me travel to a foreign country;
I am still yet to shiver my way
through the never-ending river.

So to contemplate:
must I choose between the mother who loves me from afar,
and the mother who has come to love me now?

Soon I may change my name.
If I discover the surname meant for me and make it mine,
shall I feel part of the family?

Is this to imply that I prefer her bubble over the sea,
that was once my world?
Is my continuous discovery something to regret?
Of the current,
My name reflects both.

A dilemma only I can solve
But not in the form of a simple equation or formula.

All I have for you, dear mama is,
We are like parallel lines.
We will not meet anytime soon.
The dot that connects us is invisible
But real in my heart.
I keep forgetting that I’m not your daughter
And I’m sorry for that
I’m sorry I try for a place in your heart
I’m sorry I do good only to keep you alive inside
I’m sorry my slip ups aren’t as normal as you desire
And I’m sorry I wasted your time on my desires
I know I’m not your daughter
But I’m hoping I remember that more often
So you never have hate grow from your fire
I know so many things
And yet I take a seat at the back
Only to let you say you knew that first
I’m not your daughter
And I know your thankful
I know your pleased at the decisions of where your motherhood streams
But please try to see
I’m trying to remember where I stand in your feelings and dreams
And remember that I’m not your daughter
Sometimes being a child can be more grownup than what many would assume. It calls for juggling of hate and love, of knowing where you are valued and where you are not wanted
And no child can understand that on their own
indigochild Dec 2018
When we were younger and didn’t really know how the world worked, we heard the story of our parents going into a patch and choosing their baby.

I often tell my family that I went into a patch and choose them.
mjad Nov 2018
I often wonder about my own origin
I wonder how much of me is from just one woman
I also wonder if I am anything like the man
Does my DNA from her make me the good student I am
Does it explain my ever present sarcasm and attitude
I wonder if we have the same personality or mood
I wonder about my appearance and hers
Does her hair also fall down her back or shape her curves
Does it reflect in the same golden way that mine does
Does she also let hers grow too long just because

I know you from online
And from the few files I find
Is my height, or lack thereof, from you?
(After all, I'm only five foot two)
Do all my half siblings know of me, or just you?
Do you talk to my father? Does he want to meet too?

I meet you this week
17 years or 6,463 days
Not a moment too late
A reunion like an awkward first date
I was told to "expect nothing" from it
That I can easily call to just quit
But I know more everyday that I am ready
I want my family tree to be a little less webby

I want you to know I am not mad
I do not cry because I am sad
You are the reason I live the life I have
I cannot be more grateful for that

I understand the choice you made
That raising me was a price you had to pay
Your past is not something to regret
The questions I have are nothing to fret
You might fear the how's and why's
But they're the last thing on my mind
I just want to meet you for you
And to thank you for giving me the chance to live anew
I meet my birthmother later this week and I am full of emotions, but I want all birthmothers to know that the last question an adoptee has on their mind is  "why?" We want to know YOU, the you of today, so do not be scared. ( ps. If youre an adoptee too, hmu! I am here for you on your journey)
Maria Land Oct 2018
Dox
I only saw four girls when I came to be,
I wish I saw a boy but the only boy was me,
A man showed up but not for long, he gave me up cause he was wrong,
My mom I love her but she left me to,
I need her more than my sisters do,
I hear people talk but the worst isn't true,
I know my mom loves me and I love her lots too,
Sometimes I remember when we smiled and play games,
I really need my mom's hugs No hugs are the same,
I cannot forget her for her love is the key,
God all I pray is one day mommy's with me!
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Rosemary’s Baby


Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.


My wife and I, we couldn’t have kids,
So we called Rosie and now we have three.
Our surrogate, suffragette,
Sacrificed, all she had to give.
A selfless act, an adopted kid,
A world of joy is all Rosemary could give.


Now Rosemary’s baby, is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.


We had waited for years, to become parents,
In just nine months, Rosie showed us our Heaven.
A baby boy called Ethan, with pale blue eyes,
A year later, the twins lay at his side.


Little Rosie and little Mary,
Have made us such a happy family.


Now Rosemary’s babies are babies of mine,
Rosemary’s babies, dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s babies are babies of mine,
Because Rosemary’s babies,
Brought our family to life.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
True love is:
                  A waxwing bird feeding
                  A cuckoo who was left in her nest
                  The starving cuckoo is pleading
                  The waxwing is doing her best.
Bobby Morgan May 2018
Even at birth
My parents didn't want me
So I found different ones
but I still wonder
if they love me?
If the parents who waited nine months for me
the parents who brought me into life
didn't want me
then who would?

It would be ****** to think that they don't
They help me
Feed me
Take care of me
But
I still wonder if they really do
I can't stop wondering if they do.
And whenever I wonder if they do

I lose a bit of wonder too.

Can't stop thinking about this in class.
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