Adoption Wise
FAVORITE POEMS
Written by UnKnown
Monday, 06 March 2006
Favorite Poems From The Heart:
Legacy of An Adopted Child
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
Two different lives shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first gave you life and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
One gave you up, it was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears, the age old question through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you the product of?
Both, my darling, both.
They're just different kinds of love.
-Author Unknown
Does she know?
You looked at her softly with tears running down your cheek
You knew you had to be strong but you just felt so weak
She was so tiny and innocent just trying to live
Knowing in your heart you yourself had nothing more you could give
So behind glass you said your goodbye
Ran out the door and began to cry
That day paper and ink is what hurt you so much
What took me away for so long … not able to feel your touch
Years past by and I began to think …
Am I just made of that paper and ink?
Thoughts ran through my head of hurt, anger and fear
Wondering if you ever did shed a tear
Nineteen years ago my life was spared
I realize now you did only to be fair
I was so little I didn’t know what was best
As I cried held so close to your chest
But as I look now at what I’ve become
What I was able to accomplish and done
I was given a new chance
A different life to dance
It took many years and unselfish eyes
To understand why you had to ignore that baby’s cries.
Originally Posted By Heather
Just the other day, I was informed that I would be a mother,
Yet it isn't me that will carry the baby, it is another.
The love I feel for this woman is extremely unique;
I don't even know her and we can't even speak.
How can I thank her for such a sacrifice?
How can anything I do every suffice?
I hardly know about her feelings or fears,
but I can guess the extent of her tears,
For my eyes flow with tears of my own-
When I think of her with arms empty and alone.
I wish I could convey to her the time I have spent crying,
Knowing that she feels like a part of her is dying.
But what would I say to someone so alone?
How would I gain her trust for this baby she has grown?
I wish I could know what is going through
So I could help her do what she must do.
Does she know how much she is on my mind?
Does she know that I am truly kind?
Does she know that I love her for the baby-
that she is so faithfully, entrusting to me?
Last Updated ( Tuesday, 04 April 2006 )
Written by UnKnown
Monday, 06 March 2006
Favorite Poems From The Heart:
Legacy of An Adopted Child
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
Two different lives shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first gave you life and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
One gave you up, it was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears, the age old question through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you the product of?
Both, my darling, both.
They're just different kinds of love.
-Author Unknown
Does she know?
You looked at her softly with tears running down your cheek
You knew you had to be strong but you just felt so weak
She was so tiny and innocent just trying to live
Knowing in your heart you yourself had nothing more you could give
So behind glass you said your goodbye
Ran out the door and began to cry
That day paper and ink is what hurt you so much
What took me away for so long … not able to feel your touch
Years past by and I began to think …
Am I just made of that paper and ink?
Thoughts ran through my head of hurt, anger and fear
Wondering if you ever did shed a tear
Nineteen years ago my life was spared
I realize now you did only to be fair
I was so little I didn’t know what was best
As I cried held so close to your chest
But as I look now at what I’ve become
What I was able to accomplish and done
I was given a new chance
A different life to dance
It took many years and unselfish eyes
To understand why you had to ignore that baby’s cries.
Originally Posted By Heather
Just the other day, I was informed that I would be a mother,
Yet it isn't me that will carry the baby, it is another.
The love I feel for this woman is extremely unique;
I don't even know her and we can't even speak.
How can I thank her for such a sacrifice?
How can anything I do every suffice?
I hardly know about her feelings or fears,
but I can guess the extent of her tears,
For my eyes flow with tears of my own-
When I think of her with arms empty and alone.
I wish I could convey to her the time I have spent crying,
Knowing that she feels like a part of her is dying.
But what would I say to someone so alone?
How would I gain her trust for this baby she has grown?
I wish I could know what is going through
So I could help her do what she must do.
Does she know how much she is on my mind?
Does she know that I am truly kind?
Does she know that I love her for the baby-
that she is so faithfully, entrusting to me?
Last Updated ( Tuesday, 04 April 2006 )
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