Adoption Poem

Growing Up Adopted

I think it is only natural for all mankind to want to know where they come from. Who they resemble. And a lot of children who are adopted do not get to. Their records are sealed. Like top secret government missile codes. And they grow up and have children of their own who will want to know where they come from. I am one of those children and so are mine. I just want to see who I look like, who my mother looks like, etc.

Featured Shared Story

I understand your plight, my dear, but there are times when it's best not knowing. Briefly I met my mother when I was nearly 14. The following 3 years were the worst years of my life and...

Read complete story

Share your story!

Who Are We?

©

Published: May 16, 2018

My mother was adopted.
All the records tightly sealed.
Now all she has are questions,
Like wounds that never healed.

And I wonder where I come from?
Who my father really is?
My Mother's husband raised me.
But I am really his.

And my husband was adopted.
All his records are sealed too.
We come from unknown places
And had parents we never knew.

I wish they had left some trace
Or a photograph to see
What our parents looked like.
Does my father look like me?

All this business left undone.
Like ghosts they left behind.
We're just dirty little secrets
Put out of sight and out of mind.

more by Jodi Daly

Advertisement

Advertisement

  • Stories 1
  • Shares 55
  • Favorited 0
  • Votes 11
  • Rating 4.73
Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • by Ken Budden
  • 2 months ago

I understand your plight, my dear, but there are times when it's best not knowing. Briefly I met my mother when I was nearly 14. The following 3 years were the worst years of my life and almost came to suicide. I still have no idea who my father is. My mother passed away about 10 years ago...not knowing sometimes can be peaceful.

Back to Top