Grief & Loss

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A Poem (2)

They say I am obsessing carrying it to far By wanting to know my past Admitting it left a scar Move on with your life They whispered in my ear Leave it in the past You can't make up the ye... [more]

A Poem

In all of us is a hunger, marrow deep to know our heritage... Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum,... [more]

Adopted

What does it mean to be adopted? How does it feel to know you had a mother who loved you so much she gave you up? How does it feel to know you had a dad who may not even know you were born... [more]

Are You My Mother?

Holidays are finally here Friends are calling full of cheer Turkey roasting, presents wrapped Santa's route, carefully mapped Snowmen sitting in every yard This time of year I find so h... [more]

Beautiful

*I'd love to look at you. In your eyes. Just once. Once. To see how our eyes are the same. I have your eyes. Your hair, your lips, your hopes, your self, your everything. What force pu... [more]

Because

I have been haunted by a lifetime of "why's" Are you haunted by the echo of your babies cries? I have wondered what was in that heart of yours. You have left me locked behind cl... [more]

Birth Bonds

As leaf to tree, as flower to bee, as cloud to sky and rain. Like foot to toe, and face to nose, and person to a name. Together these, like fish to sea, forever will belong. Just as notes a... [more]

Conference

We come together, most in pain searching for the person we lost that will heal the wound that never stops aching, never goes away. Maybe if I talk to just the right person go to just the ri... [more]

Deborah 3/31

I passed my mother on the New York State Thruway. She didn't notice this clone of crone pass her by. Late model crimson Volvo had struggled through better days. Stickers with statements an... [more]

Echoes

A child was lost along the way, we once were close now far away. Time stands still, or so it seems, as I wait to fulfill these dreams. Floating adrift detached from roots, of life's sweet tr... [more]


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