To whom this may concern,
You don't know me.
At least not anymore.
I'm all grown up now.
I can only imagine the day you discovered,
That you were expecting another child.
How terrifying an event.
Already having two children, and struggling to make ends meet,
You made the hardest, best decision of your life.
I'm sure tears came like a flood,
Rushing down your agonized expression.
When the moment of truth came to pass.
What a waking nightmare that must of have been,
To sign away your parental rights,
And give full custody to complete strangers,
Knowing you'd never see her again.
Do not weep for me anymore.
I'm well and surrounded by people who love me.
I have a family that one could only dream about.
We possess a bond that no earthly force can sever.
If you should ever ask me, I'd say I turned out somewhat fair.
I'm a quiet soul who loves to scribble nonsense with her feather quill.
I like to write song, lyrics, and spill my heart onto paper.
I couldn't be more of a simple girl.
Life for me is good.
I just couldn't go another day
Without you knowing that I'm okay.
Your daughter,
Marisa
You don't know me.
At least not anymore.
I'm all grown up now.
I can only imagine the day you discovered,
That you were expecting another child.
How terrifying an event.
Already having two children, and struggling to make ends meet,
You made the hardest, best decision of your life.
I'm sure tears came like a flood,
Rushing down your agonized expression.
When the moment of truth came to pass.
What a waking nightmare that must of have been,
To sign away your parental rights,
And give full custody to complete strangers,
Knowing you'd never see her again.
Do not weep for me anymore.
I'm well and surrounded by people who love me.
I have a family that one could only dream about.
We possess a bond that no earthly force can sever.
If you should ever ask me, I'd say I turned out somewhat fair.
I'm a quiet soul who loves to scribble nonsense with her feather quill.
I like to write song, lyrics, and spill my heart onto paper.
I couldn't be more of a simple girl.
Life for me is good.
I just couldn't go another day
Without you knowing that I'm okay.
Your daughter,
Marisa
Author notes
OPTION 6
Picture: Me
I was adopted at three days old.
I'd love to find and meet my birth parents one day...
In a list
A contest entry
- Jury of your Peers......#8 by islekine.
700 points, ended September 1, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - im tired. give me prose. free verse. etc. by Tzipora.
600 points, ended September 8, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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this was a good write. i love the picture with it.
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To me your a winner. The depth of understanding and forgiveness is beautiful. Best wishes not only in the contest but with all your persuits in life.


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Sad but uplifting at the same time. The love felt for your parents weather adopted or biological comes from your heart and is nurtured by your soul. It has nothing to do with genetics! You have handeled thisa life situation with style and grace.
Bill

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Wow If I was you I would do my best to find them I don't blame you I would want to know my birth parents. Who they are and what tnhey are all about. Good luck I hope you all will meet some day. Thank you for sharing such a personal poem.
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great poem
so sad that this came from real experience heartfelt piece well done
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Very good, I loved it


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Aww this is so sad. One of my ex's was adopted. I'm sure if you try and fine them you can its really easy no adays. I love it i love the emotion u put into it. Good luck in the contest
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This is really great!
It is nice to hear you feel so loved...and it is very nice that you understand ...I hope you get to meet your birth parents some day!
Be well...sounds like you are blessed! Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on and on!

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an amazing expression my friend. well done and bravo for such a healthy, balanced perspective sincerely shared.


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Sad, but a very nice thought!
They may have had a real good reason for letting you go! I hope you are OK and that you find them someday...if it's what God wants! Good luck in life, The Shaker

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I'm a quiet soul who loves to scribble nonsense with her feather quill. - lovely description...
this a very compassionate and empathetic piece and u can feel the sincerity all the way through,
i hope u do find them one day...im sure they'd appreciate this very much

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Aw..

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Gosh Marisa, this is so sad and heartfelt! I have several friends that are in this same position. What a terrible feeling to wake up every morning not knowing who you really are. I love how honest and open you are in this write. I hope that in time you do find your birth parents! Beautiful words from you here my friend and all the best to you in this contest. Take care and thanks a lot for sharing your story with all of us here!
Jeremy0826


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Aww.
I really love this. Only one thing bothers me— I believe that "I couldn't be more of a simple girl" should be either "I couldn't be a simpler girl" or "I couldn't be a more simple girl". Unless I'm completely missing the point here.
Beautiful.


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wow i really like this one. i myself was adopted. i most def know the feelings that can overcome us at times. its a long hard road for people like us but i havnt met anyone in our position that wasnt uniquely strong. we may hide our weakness but our strengths show without us doing anything. great write. you really hit home with this on
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