Great post here from Melynda – “I am sorry for not knowing how adoption would wound you, how it would shatter your ability to trust in your own goodness, your own worth, your own value within the universe. If I had known, I would have made different choices, but I didn’t, and for that, I am sorry.”
Dear Ms. Feverfew –
Angela Morgan wrote the poem at the bottom of this letter, “Battle Cry of the Mothers” during World War I. I found it many years ago, when I was first waking up from the adoption anesthesia. It resonated within my torn and broken heart. In the stanzas of this poem, I first found words that began to convey the great tragedy adoption was in my life. O, God! If the mothers could only speak— At that moment, I had lost the ability to speak the truth about my loss, butin the intervening years, I have found my voice. However, it was not without exquisite pain and suffering—our minds are numb and our hearts are sore!—and much anguish of the soul.
No, I did not suffer because I got pregnant before getting married, I suffered because I came to understand the truth:…
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