"Reunion's
Choice"
What's inside the cradle?
A tattered pink blanket,
A "Jennifer Jones" baby bracelet,
An amended birth certificate,
A bundle of loss,
A bag of a dreamer's wishes,
It's stained with many a tear and hope.
It's dusty inside, well kept on the outside.
It's splintered wood digs in my finger.
What's outside the cradle?
Shadows of uncertainty,
Rays of sun with its golden truths.
A jeweled chest full of treasures.
Voices, Tears, Confessions, Laughter..
A legacy I can call my own.
Its siren song calls to the cradle.
It beckons me forth with honest affection.
Its attractive, sincere, my childhood dream.
What about the cradle?
Its embedded deep within my being.
Its tattoo placed where I only can see.
I've crawled out of the tattered covers.
Now I have finally stepped out.
But still I hold to it's splintered side
It's mine I cry grasping tight
It's mine I exclaim reaching to my found birthright.
It's a battle for my healing and growth.
If I could only let go of the cradle???
adoptee:Tammy Pell
12-30-99
|
