Poetry
by BOP#1
Children
At Play
See the children in the park
watch
them as they play.
Let
their happy voices
carry
you away.
Carry
you to a world
where
hatred is not found.
Where
love and understanding
do
cheerfully abound.
Where
everyone is accepted
and
loved for who they are.
Where
who a person is
is
more important than what they are.
There
is a place like this
and
it’s not that far away.
If
only we could live
the
way the children play.
To
hold on to the innocence
we
had when we were small.
To
not give into hatred-
the
easiest emotion of all.
To
hate someone is easy,
but
to accept and understand
takes
the strength of the mighty ocean
and
a heart as big as this land.
The
journey to this loving world
must
start with you today.
Remember
to look at each other
through
the eyes of a child at play.
Does
It matter?
Who was this woman
who gave me away?
Who gave me life
and handed me away?
Why’d she do it,
or does it matter?
Should I ask her why,
or stick to the latter?
Fate has delivered me
to where I should be.
Does it really matter
that I’m an adoptee?
No, it doesn’t matter,
but still, I look.
Still I have questions
and again, I look.
Just to see what she looks like
and to hear her voice.
Just to say "thank you,
you made the right choice".
After years of wonder
and years of doubt,
I took the big step
to seek her out.
Face to face with my birth mother,
what do I say?
Years of questions and doubts
slowly faded away.
She had her reasons,
whatever they may be.
No grudges do I hold,
nor bitter will I be.
I thanked and hugged her
then we talked for awhile.
I learned about my new family
and that I was not her only child.
I have a sister and 2 brothers
from her side alone.
Any other siblings is unclear
Since my father is unknown.
The story continues
as I learn more everyday.
I’m glad I found my birth mother
after she gave me away.
The Search
Through
all the doubts
With
all the fear
Still
there's a hunger
A
voice you hear
Like
a primal need
That
tugs at your soul
Longing
for the answers
That'll
make you feel whole
It's
always there
Just
out of reach
Unable
to mend
The
bond that was breached
There's
a need to search
And
to find your mother
The
woman that bore you
Then
gave you to another
Worth It All
For
many years
I’ve
dreamt of love
Waiting
for one that’s true.
Never
willing
To
compromise,
Knowing
that I’d find you.
A
love that’s real
And
from the heart
A
comfort to one’s soul.
A
friend for life
Forever
true,
With
you my heart is whole.
The
wait was long
But
in the end
Worth
every lonely night.
To
find a love
Like
what we share
Makes
the past all seem right.
