Once there were two women who never knew each other,
One you do not remember, The other you call Mother
Two different lives shaped to make yours one,
One became your guiding star,
The other became your sun.
The first gave you life,
And the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love,
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,
The other gave you your name.
One gave you the seed of talent,
The other gave you the aim.
One gave you emotion,
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
The other dried your tears.
One gave you up, it was all that she could do,
The other prayed for a child and God let her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
The age old question through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you the product of?
Neither my darling, neither.
JUST TWO KINDS OF LOVE!
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A REUNION OF A MOTHER & SON
By Annette McLoud-Dowl
Giving you up wasn't easy to do,
All I wanted was the best for you.
The tears fell as I gave you away,
My heart was breaking, & the pain would stay.
You have always been close to me,
Not in person, but in my heart you'd be.
As the days turned into years,
I couldn't be there to calm your fears.
Twenty years passed to the day,
You called to say you were on your way.
You may not realize what you've done for me,
My heart is healing as it should be.
Thank you for all of your love,
I also thank the Good Lord above.
Just remember I'm hear for you,
To talk to or just visit me too.
You've given me more than I ever thought,
Thank you, Paul, I love you a lot.
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[written 7/99]
"Mother"
by Erin Crowley
Mother
a word I'm supposed to hold dear
Mother
someone I'm supposed to have near
Mother
a word that's supposed to bring smiles
Mother
a void that can bring only tears
Mother where are you
Why did you leave me
Mother I need you
Why did you give me away
Mother
a faceless and distant idea
Mother
a friend that I've needed for years
Mother
don't know if you're even alive
Mother
why can't you hear how I cry
Mother where are you
Are you still alive
Mother I need you
Your baby's not so far away
Mother
I promise I'll find you someday
Mother
Please don't let them take you away
Mother
I swear that I'll find you someday
Mother
even if it's only your grave
Mother where are you
Your baby is crying
Mother I need you
Your baby is sighing
Mother I want you
Your baby needs holding
Mother I need you
Your baby's not so far away
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Definition
By Karen Joiner
Lay the cards on the table, show me the hand.
No stalling or bluffing, I know that you can.
Brink light to darkness, illuminate me.
Unlock the door, you hold the key.
Give me the clues and the mystery is solved.
You have the power to make brick walls dissolve.
You hold the answers to eternal questions.
Let me offer you just one suggestion.
Give us our lives back, the truth that we need.
Stand not in our way, and do not impede.
On our right to know, our history to have,
and be able at last to define who I AM!
Mother
I need you mother...
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"..This is so old. I wrote this sometime in the summer of 1984, sometime right after the birth of my 4th and youngest child. It's about my first child, my only female child. She's 28 now, and my feelings are not so acute, although they are chronic..."
- Linda
"Child of Me"
by Linda Webb
Although you're not mine, dear child of me,
'til this you know, I'll not be free
of the guilt and anguish, and my heavy heart
which, on the day I lost you, broke apart.
I have loved you from the time
you were but a twinkle in our eyes,
and I'll love you, child of me,
'til my body's last breath dies.
I want to hold you and shout out loud,
"This is my daughter! I'm so very proud."
Her beauty and talent my life doth adorn;
I love this young woman, my child first born.
But I was helpless and defeated when I was young,
and so those words have gone unsung.
They told me lies, sweet child of me.
They said I couldn't care for thee.
They said you'd be better off away.
They said I'd understand some day.
They said I had no other choice.
They wouldn't let my hopes have voice.
So sixteen years have passed away,
But rarely, sweetheart, without a day
when I said to myself, "Where is she now?"
and "How will she ever know about
me and my love for her alone,
and that my heart's not made of stone.
That I've cried an ocean and my pain is great
and not knowing her is my life's one hate."
Forgive me dear, my han for me and my arms opened wide.
My maiden name was Stewart, my love.
Your father's name is Shrader.
Together in the face of adversity
We planned your birth so we could marry, you see.
But his parents, who claimed to be wiser than we,
would not give permission for the marriage to be.
So I accepted my lot and responsibility,
but have prayed that finding you God's will would be.
I know you have at least three brothers
But I'm unaware of any sibling others.
One of your brothers, Jason's his name,
has a love for you, intense, without shame.
He and I have vowed together
to look for you if it takes forever.
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