Poems from The Mothers Project

Ten Feet Away

Ten feet away my dear mother lay
And I never touched her hand
There, face-to-face, and not one embrace
To this day, I don't understand

We said our goodbyes, no tears in my eyes
And I acted off-hand, as I do
All blase and glib, I said, "Well, see ya, kid"
And I left her to die in St. Lou ....

Ten feet away my dear mother lay
And I never touched her hand
There, face-to-face, and not one embrace
To this day, I don't understand

When I look around ... oh, the lessons abound
Been finding the truth night and day
The more pages I turn, the more that I learn
Our mothers were used and betrayed

Afraid and alone, without husband or home
They fell prey to adoption's advance
Coercion and lies, wool pulled over their eyes
Our girl/mothers stood not a chance

And we, who were sold by the greedy and cold
Grew up thinking we'd been tossed aside
All our lives ... unaware .. we have mothers out there
Who hope we'll find them 'fore they die

I am Ivory

Why I love the elephants
Isn't for their heft
And not at all for trunk or call
And not for footprint left

I love them for my mother
Who was, like them, brought down
By greedy, horrid poachers
And left, childless, on the ground

The elephant was stripped of tusk
My mother stripped of me
Bidders hovered 'round them both
And I am ivory

Prayer for Truth

I pray for the girl/mothers who were cheated ...
Whose babies were taken from them.

I pray for those who took the babies and sold them.

I pray for women who bought the babies ...
And imagined they were their own!

I pray for the babies who screamed for their mother's milk,
But, were sold to women they learned to love.

I pray for grandparents who despised the babies
And shamed the mothers.

I pray for the social workers who told the mothers to just move on.

I pray for the fathers who lost their babies
And for the fathers who ran out ...
Who really did move on ..:)

I pray for the lawyers, the brokers, the agencies
Who conned the mothers, poached the babies, schmoozed the buyers,
Made their profits ... and used the media to glorify their greed.

Most of all, I pray for all to know the truth:
Our mothers were forsaken,
Their babies were taken
And we, the adopted, were never a "gift"!

Prayer for the Hidden

I pray for those who stay hidden
Who refuse to meet their mothers
Who refuse to meet their children
Who have no courage
Who lack compassion
Who are afraid

I pray for the mother whose son has died
Who birthed him, lost him, found him, lost him. Mack was 39.
I pray for the mother whose daughter has died
Who birthed her, lost her, found her, lost her. Kristi was 33.
There are other mothers, waiting, forced to stay away
My God, their courage astounds me!

I pray for the unkind — the many, many unkind
Who keep a nana from her grandchild
Who tell lies to the adopted
Who have no courage
Who lack compassion
Who are afraid

And, I pray for us — brothers, sisters, cousins — all
We've gone decades without each other
We grow old ...
Without answers
Without truth ...
And now, our children's children want to know

Letter From My Heart

This is a letter from my heart
To mothers and fathers of daughters
To mothers and fathers of sons
To daughters and to sons

I am your baby, your grandchild
I am the small, invisible one
Unplanned, unexpected
Who will, someday, look like you ... :-)

This letter is from my heart
To my grandmothers and grandfathers
To my mother, and to my father
Listen to me ... please, hear me

I belong to you
I am of you
You are my people
I am your child

Be at peace with my conception
Be accepting of my birth
Honor my mother and my father
Welcome me. Bring me home.

Because, I belong to you
I am of you
You are my people
And I  ... I am your child!