FOR MY SAKE


I dream of you nearly every night,
Looking down on me - eyes so bright,
With the tears you must have shed,
At the decision you had to make,
For my sake,

I wonder at the thought of you,
What did you look like?
You favorite thing to do?
Was your hair dark like mine?
Did your dark eyes shine
With the thought of this new life
Growing under your heart?
What was it that I don't yet understand
That made it necessary for us to part?
For my sake.

When you carried me,
Did you tell me of all the things I'd do and see?
People I'd meet, the woman I'd grow up to be?
Did you tell me how much I was loved?
Did you pray to God above,
That I would be cared for,
And loved,
And protected, as you were unable to do,
For my sake.

As I write this for you, my mother,
I think of all the things I would tell you,
What my life has been like,
The things I like to do.
I would tell you of the closeness I feel to you,
Do you feel it, too?
I would tell you of the woman I'm trying to be.
Because, you see, I must think of these things,
For my sake.

So, my search will end now,
Because this is what's best,
And I will know you one day,
Whether in this life, or the next.
Someday I will understand all the things
That have been kept in the dark.
That you did what you did,
Not as a lark.
But because your love for me was so deep,
And so great.
That you broke you own heart,
Not out of selfish desire,
But for my sake.

Written by B. Buck, August 1993.



A SPECIAL BOND OF LOVE
Copyright Karen Ledbetter. Reprinted by permission from Real Moms web site

Once strangers, not knowing of each
other,
God brought us together
To share a special bond of love
With a sweet little child, now and
forever..

You may never understand the pain
Or know the tears I cried.
My heart's desire was for a child
To nurture, love, and guide.

I may never understand the pain
Or know the tears you cried.
You said good-bye to this precious
child,
Entrusting me to nurture, love, and
guide.

I see your face in her pretty
smile,
And love in her sparkling eyes.
She's the answer to countless
prayers,
A blessing to many lives.

No longer strangers,
We share a special bond of love
With a very precious gift
From our God above.



Copyright 1995
Karen Ledbetter



Birth Mother

by Andrea Ross



Here I am
your little lost moon.
Sometimes I'm the thumbnail
moon in your mind
and sometimes I am the heaviest
moon, so orange I sink into sycamore.
Mama of high rocky mountains
Mama of glistening granite,
I am the moon of your dream,
shining on liquid memory.
I am every moon ever lost to you
lemon moon, mint moon,
planting moon, harvest moon,
blue moon. I am the lost
ghoul-moon. Oh Mama,
I am the tear-shaped moon
and I am floating.
Without this pull, a longing
to keep me near you,
I would float away,
missing you.


Copyright © 1998 by Andrea Ross. All rights reserved.



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 in 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 up,
It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child,
And Fate led her straight to you.
And now you ask me,
Through your tears,
The age-old questions,
Through the years.
Heredity or environment,
Which are you the product of?
Neither my darling, neither
Just two different kinds of love.