* Author's Note : Many years ago, when we were still teenagers, my husband and I "lost a child to adoption". ( We were young, poor, and even homeless a few times. That, along with with all the issues from our past, just wouldn't have made us very good parents. ) Adoption is like a death for most birth parents, that sadly the world, and sometimes, even our "lost children", don't fully understand. There is a most overwhelming grief, and a since of profound loss that never goes away. Even if they"come back", there are all the "lost years" that can never be recovered. I learned a long time ago - time is an unforgiving, thieving bastard, that answers to no one.
I cried over the stupidest thing today;
you see, it's May 10th,
and almost Mother's Day.
I gave up my baby girl many years ago;
i was young and just beginning to "remember",
and we were poor, and had nowhere left to go.
Found a cute stuffed frog with her baby - for Mama la's den;
only one problem -
my husband's a twin.
So, I bought two - two mothers, two babies;
Out come the scissors - snip, rip,
no "ifs", "ands", "buts", or "may beys".
I ply needle and thread - someone looses, someone wins;
one little mother frog left sad and all alone -
the other happy with her twins.
It's almost Mother's Day'
does she ever think about me, I wonder?
i cried over the stupidest thing today.