Are You Missing?
In the 1940's and early 1950's a grave sadness came over our
world. Many families were split apart, some by choice, others
by a higher authority. Whether the stigma of illegitimacy,
advent of war or general outcry for conformity, many children
were separated from their parents. Some children were relin-
quished willingly while others were taken from homes. Broker-
ing of children in all age groups was alive and well.
Homes such as the Mayfield Home ignored individual rights
whether paternal or offsprings and did a booming business
in marketing children. There also was an outcry for social
conformity which, resulted in Native American children being
placed in live-in schools so they would learn how to better fit
in with society as a whole-being taught to disregard their
own cultural teachings. With the advent of war, many children
were brought to our shores from England and Ireland-for safe
keeping.
The final scandal seems that the majority of the children
were taken from people who had no way of knowing how to protect
their rights or those of their children and had no resources
or financial means to obtain such knowledge or someone who
could do it for them. Further, while those with the financial
means and resources, either for biological reasons or having
been misled about the plight and backgrounds of the children,
became parents.
Through all the rights and wrongs, reguardless of the cir-
cumstances..."Seek and ye shall find, ask and ye shall receive"
...remember that in order to move forward one must except
where they are. With love ALL wounds can be healed.
The following is dedicated to all women who are friends, who
are grandmothers, mothers, daughters, some of those who are
missing, maybe never known, but to all of you who long and
search for one who is missing, because of you we are, this
is for you.
Friend
Just the other day I went to shop,
passing by a window, I had to stop.
Antiquities abound, crystal and china, florals
and landscapes, times past echoing sound.
Thoughts of you, loves deep sigh.
Things for you I wished to buy,
Alas, as fortune would have,
Pockets turned out, no dime, no money, only a match.
Though of my blood you're not,
Motherly lessons to me you've taught.
Seldom knowing how a careless word could sound,
My love for you remains ever profound.
At last, I have nothing of great value to send,
just a few words of love in a poem, to you my friend.
Something Special
Memories of so long ago
hidden deep inside.
A time when so very young,
wrapped in loving arms.
As your tears gently fell,
the look of awe and wonder in your eyes.
A slow sadness entered your heart,
the lonely aching.
Through all you've been,
the wisp of a memory invades on this day.
but although we knew each other for such a short time,
Wanted or not, this love in my heart is yours,
now and for all time
On this SPECIAL day.
Friendship
Friendship like all of God's
wonderful gifts, is a true treasure.
It has no boundaries, it is endless without measure.
Though fraught with trouble at times,
when friends are separated the heart pines.
A Mothers Path
The young mother set her foot on the path of Life. "Is the way long?"
she asked. And her Guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will
be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better
than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything
could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered
flowers for them along the way, and bathed with them in the streams, and
the sun shone on them, and life was good, and the young mother cried:
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this".
Then night came, and storm, and the path was dark, and the children
shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered
them with her mantle and the children said: "Oh, Mother, we are not
afraid for you are near, and no harm can come." And the mother said:
"This is better than the brightest of days, for I have taught my children
courage."
And the morning came and there was a hill ahead, and the children
climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary, but at all times
she said to the children: "A little patience and we are there." So the
children climbed, and when they reached the top, they said: "We could not
have done it without you,
Mother." And the mother, when she lay down that night, looked up at the
stars and said: "This is a better day than the last, for my children
have learned fortitude in the face of difficulty. Yesterday I gave them
courage,Today I have given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth clouds
of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the
mother said: "Look up! Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked
and saw above the clouds an Everlasting Glory, and it guided them beyond
the darkness. And that night the mother said: "This is the best day of
all, for I have shown my children God."
And the days went on, and the months and the years, and the mother grew
old, and she was small and bent. But her children were strong and tall
and walked with courage. And when the way was hard, they helped their
mother; and when the way was rough they lifted
her, for she was as light
as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could
see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And the mother said: "I have
reached the end of my journey. And now I know that the end is better
than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children
after them."
And the children said: "You will always walk with us, Mother, even
when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates
closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us.
A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
--- Temple Bailey ---
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