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Being Adopted
Contributed by
pixie
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Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 07:57:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I didnt understand when I was a child,
Just that my birth mother didnt want me all the while,
I never knew how special it was to be adopted,
As all the confusion danced around in my head.
I remember at school I felt really alone,
Not having a brother or sister to call my own,
Id hear stories of the sharing and of their fights,
As I lay in my bed Id envy them at night.
I wished for my feelings of loneliness away,
But the wishes were ignored as my sad feelings did stay,
I was sick of feeling like empty inside,
But the feeling of emptiness I was able to hide.
Although I had everything and didnt have to share,
I would have given it all up for someone to be there,
Why was I the only one like me?
The only one who didnt know their family tree.
Id long to have another to play with,
Inside me I had a lot of sisterly love to give,
But I remained alone all through the years,
With no brother or sister to wipe away my tears.
I was accused of being a spoilt cow,
Because I never had to share I didnt know how,
If they only knew just how alone I felt,
How if I had a sibling how my lonely heart would melt.
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Re: Being Adopted
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by krisseee on
Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 09:36:00 AM AEST
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| you can have my sister if you want!! |
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Re: Being Adopted
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by matingcrow on
Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 10:17:45 AM AEST
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I too am without a history that is material. Not adopted but from such a disassociated gathering that any hope of connection comes only by friction.
I have a lovely niece given by an angel. My Brother and "Sister" are her parents. It is so... true or not. Great poem. Full. I think I will pass it on. Siblingless for the most part. M |
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