Trish's Adoption Reunion Poems Three

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Take a Deep Breath, Then Begin

(By birth or by adoption
A mother can be a friend.
A new and bright beginning
Shouldn't mean a friendship ends).
I've really loved you, Mother,
Through the years you helped me grow.
You truly are my parent -
I just wanted you to know.

But part of me is missing
Though you and Dad always made
me feel loved. Please take my hand.
I admit I am afraid.
Because today I'm starting
A search to find the "other".
I need to learn my history.
I'd like your blessing, Mother.

Setting Out

I must have no expectations -
(Only faith and hope).
I pray if I'm rejected
I'll have the strength to cope.

Well, it's worth the steps I'm taking,
To face the unknown,
For maybe there is Someone
Just waiting by the phone.

And it's worth the risk of losing
What I've never had
To take the chance that, maybe,
Someone else will be glad.

Now I'm ready to seek the truth -
Whatever it may be.
Perhaps it's part of growing,
To face reality.

When I Find You

When I find you,
I'm going to tell you
How I have missed you all these years.

I hope I'll be able to meet your family,
And I hope they'll show me
pictures in photo albums,
and tell stories about your childhood,
and tell how they have loved you,
how they have loved you all these years.

How I have loved you all these years.

How This Birth Parent Hopes It Will Turn Out

I'm very happy to see the adult you've become.
I love you, and I'm proud of you.
(I forget that you're the adopted one).
We didn't "choose" you - God did. He lent you to us, dear Son.
And we've been glad you've shared our lives.
(I forget that you're the adopted one).
Now you say you want to find the one who gave you birth.
- We've talked about it, and it's true, your Dad and I I have questioned our worth -
At first, we felt sad and hurt -
But now our talking is done.
We'll try to understand your side.
(We forget that you're the adopted one).
And there may be a lady, thinking about a son,
Who, in spite of other children,
Has never forgot the adopted one.

Questions
Why did you name me Archibald?
(I was such a tiny kid).
I guess you had a good reason -
(At least, I hope you did).

Where did I get the lumpy bump
That sits on the bridge of my nose?
And my lovely children - red hair!
How'd that happen? Someone out there knows.

Did I inherit this habit
Of inventing odd little rhymes?
Does someone else have allergies?
Does someone share my dislike of mimes?

These are a few of the questions
That often pop into my head.
(I'd sure like to hear the answers).
What kind of books have you read?

In spite of all the rhymes I've made
I'm really quite serious too.
And when we meet, I'll take the time
To answer some questions for you.

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