TO HOLD MY SON
 
I gave to you my child
My home seemed so empty
I know nothing of his childhood
All was in the past

They took away the right to know
When he scratched his knee
Or stubbed his toe
All the laughs, the tears, for so many years I was robbed

The experts told us
That was all that could be done
But be rest assured, we were told
"By age 18 all the records that are sealed
Will be open to you and your son."

Oh, so very often we are told
"You have no rights" or "You did not want
Your child back then so what now makes
you feel now you have some rights."

It has taken 2 mothers to give life to this child
The Birthmother, and the adoptive mother
Both play a vital part
We gave this child life, why would we want to cause him harm.

We are no threat: we only want to know
How is our child, who is out child?
We have a right to know!
They will always be a part of us
Although the system says they are not.

They say they are protecting all involved
Are we such bad people?
We only want to be given the choice
Instead of the system ruling the factor.

Give the children at a legal age
And the birthparent the right to choose
Instead of this system
That continues to change the rules.

I have an ornament on my Christmas tree
It is for my son I might never see
When I held him at the hospital, and kissed him good bye
I thought it was for 18 years
Not for the rest of my life.

My door will always be open
And my search will always go on
Until this process is changed
And once again I can hold my son.


Mary


mabcapaha@prodigy.net