The Diner

a friend told me she saw a girl that could have been my sister
i rushed down to the diner but unfortunately missed her
so everyday after school i grabbed myself a table
and waited like a desperate fool as long as i was able
and after several weeks of that i've written off the place
for no one there or anywhere is serving up my face

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Two Families

I have two families on this earth,
One by adoption, and one by birth.
My first family was very kind
But then one day they couldn't find
The things they needed to help me grow.
They made a decision out of love, I know.
They said "Good-bye", and then they cried.

But my second family did not hide.
They knew that I should come inside
Their loving home and family.
Now I'm here, and it's best for me.
And I still have two families on this earth,
One by adoption, and one by birth.

~ Amanda Dees age 9
Written after meeting her birth mother.  

Forever Is a Lie

When you were just a baby,
I had to say goodbye.
Although many years have passed,
My tears have yet to dry.

My precious little baby,
I may have said goodbye,
But goodbye was not forever,
Forever was a lie.

And so it is I've searched for you,
Throughout the lonely years.
Hoping that I'd find you,
So I could wipe away your tears.

And tell you, my sweet baby,
Something you should know.
If I'd had that choice again,
I'd have never let you go.

To my daughter, Karen.
With all my love,
Dianne, Your Birth Mom,
September 17, 1997.

Legacy of an Adopted Child

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 you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.

One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.

One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.

And now you ask me, through your tears,
the age-old question unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.

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