The Lit Candle Adoption Poetry

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The Lit Candle
Adoption Poetry

Below I have poems relating to adoption
that I have gathered from all over.
I have tried to give credit where it belongs.
If you see one where the credit isn't right
Please let me know and I will handle it.
If you have a poem you would
like for me to add to my page,
please submit it to me by email
to include it on this site.
I hope you enjoy your visit here
and I hope you enjoy the poetry
written by so many of you.

ON THE DAY OF MY BIRTH
by Linda S. awgsals@yahoo.com
On the day of my birth
There were no loving arms to greet me
There were no smiles to mark my coming
There were no sounds of laughter and
delight cooed by birth relations as they
tickled my tiny feet and
counted each finely nailed toe.
On the day of my birth
There was no mother's milk
There was no father who even knew
There was no flash photography or flowers
or mylar balloons strewn with
curly pink ribbon and emblazened
with the words
"Welcome! It's a girl!"
On the day of my birth
There were nurses in masks
There were doctors with forceps
There were blinding lights and a woman
on a cold hospital table
with her eyes shut hard
and a represenataive from a state agency
who'd find me a "good home"
in three weeks if the scales
and thermometers and tape measures
deemed me saleable.
So on this,
the day of my birth
You'll pardon me
if I don't feel like celebrating.

I Hope- Dedicated to all who have ever
had dreams and fantasies
about their real parents.
I HOPE
by Tiffany L. Benson
I hope she is a movie star
Or a singer with a hit
Maybe she's a softball star,
Her hand still in its mitt.
Perhaps she is a Doctor
Healing everyday
Or maybe she's a dancer
Or the pilot of a plane.
I bet I have her smile,
Her hands and her white teeth
Whatever I may have of hers,
I'll have to wait and see.
Even though I do not know her
I feel her everyday
I miss her and I love her
I have since my birthday.
I wish I could remember
The things she said to me
As she gave me over
To the adoption agency.

A SPECIAL BOND OF LOVE
by Karen Ledbetter
A poem of thanks to a birth mother.
Once strangers, not knowing of each other,
God brought us together
To share a special bond of love
With a sweet little girl named Sarah.
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.

TO LET GO
-Author unknown
To let go doesn't mean to stop caring.
It means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go isn't to cut myself off.
It's the realization that
I can't control another.
Rather than to enable...
it is to allow learning from
natural consequences.
Letting go is to admit powerlessness.
Meaning the outcome is not in my hands.
It is not to try to change or blame another;
but knowing that I can only change myself.
Instead of caring for, it is to care about.
It is to be supportive instead of to fix.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To allow others to effect
their own outcomes, instead of
being in the middle
arranging all the outcomes.
It is not to be protective
but to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny but to accept.
Not to nag, scold or argue,
but rather to search out my own
shortcomings and to correct them.
To let go is not to adjust
everything to my own desires
but to take Each day as it comes
and to cherish each moment.
Not to criticize and to regulate anyone,
but to try to become the dream I can be.
Instead of regret for the past...
It is to grow and live for the future,
To fear less and to love more.

WHO AM I
by © Victoria Santiago
Who am I?
born one person,
identified as another,
assimilated, morphed.
A change incomplete,
hangs on, nagging.
A memory felt
in every cell.
The sum of all my parts.
Who I was.
Who I am?

THEY SAID
by Sheila Ganz
They said I had to go
to a home for unwed mothers
They never asked me what I wanted to do
They said my baby should have
a mother and a father
They never gave me a choice
to help me see it through
They said the line
on my belly would disappear
They never mentioned
the wound in my heart
They said go on with your life
and pretend it didn't happen
They never told me I would grieve
all the years we're apart
They said I should be happy
now that I'm free
They never admit my flesh and blood
has been amputated from me
They said I could get married and
other children would call me mother
They never said one person
does not replace another
They said why worry
she has a good life
They never listen to how
the pain of not knowing
cuts like a knife
They said it's against the law
to search and find her
They never knew this was my heart's desire
They said she's still young
and has other things on her mind
They never say you're getting older
you've been waiting a long time
They said when she has children
she'll want to know me
They never concede I missed
sharing her life
she never sat on me knee
They said if I loved my baby
I'd sign the paper and leave that day
She said,
don't tell me you love me
you gave me away

REMEMBER ME
by Michelle Schweiss
They say I am obsessing
Carrying it too far
By wanting to know my past
Admitting it left a scar
Move on with your life
They whisper in my ear
Leave it in the past
You can't make up the years
You have a family
Why bother with them
You belong with us
Not with her or him
I'm Not looking to replace
Or switch families
Just needing some answers
To solve my life's mysteries
Does no one understand
The struggle I must face
Solving a puzzle
With pieces misplaced
Some have been burnt
Their clues left in ash
While others are buried
Accessible only with cash
Weighed down by laws
Set up to protect
While politicians play games
With a noose around my neck
I know I am not alone
For thousands also seek
Adoptees shut off from their past
No paddles to forge the creek
We will not stop our search
Submit or retreat
Until the puzzle of our lives
Is one day complete

This poem is dedicated to
my biological mother, "Denise."
My feelings for her never faded,
even after we were parted at birth.

BIOLOGICAL MOTHER
by Tiffany L. Benson
Biological Mother,
it seems so cold to me.
But if it weren't for you,
where would I be?
I thank the stars and the Lord above
For making my life
so pure with your love.
You are my mother,
you can not deny
We have the same hands
and deep blue eyes.
Our hair is like wheat
in the morning sun
And our lips like a fruit
after life has begun
You gave birth to me;
I am your child
I grew in your womb
for quite a long while
We once had a bond
so sacred and true
Then you left me
and I left you too.
I do not resent you
nor cast you aside
For in my heart,
you are still alive.
I hope on my birthdays,
you think of me dear
For if I knew yours,
I would long to be near.
There are so many words
that I could use
But for you my mother,
I shall not abuse.
I will end this piece
with a smile from my heart
In hopes that you will find
a need to play your part.
Being with me is easy,
I would like for you to know
And I shall await
for your sweet, hello.
Now I rest and sit with prayer
That someday soon,
you will be near.
I love you mother,
always have and always will
Be with your child,
she needs you still.

[I wrote this just a few days
after I spoke with my birth mother
over the phone for the first time.
We have since grown into an
incredible, loving relationship.
We will see each other for the first time
in August of 2001!]

IF ONLY...
2001 (c) Cheryl
If only she knew how much I need her
To hold me and share with me
her voice of approval.
If only she knew the connection
that I feel to her
The way that my heart pounds
when I simply think of her.
If only she knew how badly I need to see her
To understand where this body
that I call my own came from.
If only she knew how much I care for her
How I pray every night that
this life is treating her ever so special.
If only she knew that I think of her often
Not just on birthdays and holidays,
but all of the days that follow.
If only she knew how much
I need to hear from her
For her to tell me that she cares for me
more than just a passing stranger.
If only she knew the emptiness
that I feel when I think of her
Does she think of me or even remember
that I am walking
this very same earth with her.
If only she knew how badly
I need her acknowledgment
Just once, how I long for her
to choose me above any other.
If only she knew that my heart aches
when I am not near her
Of course I live on,
but I would much rather do so
alongside her.
If only she knew how much I love her
Sure I have never met her,
but my heart is telling me different.
If only she knew that I am eternally grateful
For her unselfish decision to give me
to such an incredible set of parents.
If only she knew that now more than ever
I need her to hug me
and tell me that she thinks of me.
If only she knew how complicated
this world seems right now
I just need for her to tell me
that everything will be better.
If only she knew how much I miss her
I long for a day that this numbness
will vanish into thin air.
Will such a day ever come?
More than anything, I wish I knew.
For I would embrace it and my mother
as if we had been together forever.

Dedicated to my birth mom, Jackie
Reunited March 17th, 2002
Met face to face August 2, 2002

LOST AND FOUND
by (c) Lianne 2002
All these years I always wondered
why we had to part
They said you had your reasons
I kept you in my heart
I wondered where I'd come from
who had my hair and eyes
I tried so hard to picture you
but that is no surprise
How hard it must have been for you
to let me go that day
The memories of those ten days spent
would they ever fade away
I always wondered where you were
close or 'cross the miles
If you ever had more kids
or was that not your style
Birthdays always seemed to be
the time I thought the most
Wondering if you shared the same
or was I just a ghost
I wondered if your memories faded
the pain too much to bare
Maybe just the same you thought
you had to do what's fair
How I longed to know you
and what you're all about
Were you just the quiet type
or did you tend to shout
Then one day some mail I got
to show me who I am
In that instant and from that day on
the info I did cram
The tears of joy streamed down my face
a sense of peace I felt
But still I always wondered
'bout the cards that you were dealt
I took that piece of information
and placed it in my heart
Knowing that someday soon
I'd learn right from the start
The decisions you made, the choices you had
or didn't for that matter
Were some of the hardest in your life
and made your world a shatter
I learned some things though in that day
which made me kind of sad
And yet my sense of peacefulness
had made me rather glad
I stopped my search, for just a while
to gather all my thoughts
To scheme and plan for someday soon
I'd continue with my plots
So there I was hard at it again
continuing my heartfelt search
Hoping someone in computer land
that I would find in lurch
I wondered if you'd looked for me
in all the years that passed
The frustration of not finding you
was huge but did not last
The years they pass, more mail I get
and most was just the same
But this time 'round, it came to me
with a document and a name
My heart was pounding
my hands they shook
I could barely breathe
For I knew the time was closer
that my blood it would not seethe
The time had finally come that day
to go upon the net
Surely someone out there
would plant that seed I bet
That very seed I needed
to begin the tree at last
To find the roots
my soul, myself
and most of all my past
And there you were
St. Patty's day
shining through my screen
They told me it was possible
but this was quite the scene
My dreams came true
my desires met
it was truly grand
For all the answers that I need
you held there your hand
Now the time has finally come
to meet you face to face
I can't imagine how I'll feel...
it's falling into place
Your smiling eyes and open arms
are what I need to see
To complete this searching goal
and make it right for me
So much I need to share with you
and get back all those years
The ones we lost
where time has slipped
and cry some happy tears
Until we meet and get back time
there's something you should know
My heart is filled with so much joy
and closer we shall grow

SLOAN INCOSIS
REPENTANCE OF THE SERPANT
excerpts/ copywrite.
ALONE
1995
I feel the sorrow of all men.
That which a woman as a symbol takes away.
The purity and goodness from a boy,
Would-be man.
I was sold as a child,
or rather a bag of groceries
and from groceries to a slave.
For the right-wing, Hypocritical,
Religious "Guardians."
From an unloving Mother
To an unfaithful girlfriend,
And a Grandmother never known.
I feel the sorrow of the man I am to be,
Because there was and are none
to take examples from.
Forcing the Alpha male to be me.
From the unwanting Father,
then a calloused and hate-filled
adopted "Guardian."
To a Grandfather also unknown.
Adoption much like marriage
is legalized slavery.
In short.
I feel the pain passed down on my shoulders.
Through the jadded and spoiled masses,
Do not symphathize
like only bleeding hearts would,
I am alone.

SLOAN INCOSIS
REPENTANCE OF THE SERPANT
excerpts/ copywrite.

NEGATIVE LIGHT
10-96
Please allow me my petty torments.
Oh..it's not of you I speak,
but of myself.
You see, I have suffered
and now have summoned up a flock
of demons and devils navigation.
If there was a choice to live forever
and not be referred to as a monster,
or to die instantly without
being considered a hopeless suicide.
I would choose the latter.
No, not for heroes adulation
or for pities sake
or even for kind adoration.
Just for golden peace
and joyous release of
this blizzardess and black world.
Please, don't grieve.
I died a long time ago. Bliss