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This poem is called True Love, and I wrote it for an English assignment ... we had to write a poem, and this just came out. I know it's not great, but it expresses how I feel.
Her love for me is immeasurable;
The amount cannot be expressed.
At times I sit and think of her
When I feel a bit depressed.
She wished for me to have a better life
Than the one she had to have;
Life with two parents, in a loving home,
Where I could be a kid and laugh.
She knew she could not give me that,
And unselfishly let me go
To people whom she had never met
And whose names she could not know.
I know that she still loves me,
And should we ever meet
Would open her arms to me and say,
"This makes my life complete."
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Your peom was my dream as a bmom. My wish for nearly 18 years was that my bson felt that way about me.I was reunited with him August 22, 2005. My dream came true. He told me how much he loved me because of what I sacrificed for HIM. He tells me that he loves me everytime we talk. It fills the deep dark hole in my heart right up. My emotions match the last line of your poem, and I thank you so very much for you sharing that with us. Please share with me your feelings about meeting your bmom. I would love to have that insight. Susan1987 srussell@procomputernet.net (should you want to share your thoughts)
bookworm611
This poem is called True Love, and I wrote it for an English assignment ... we had to write a poem, and this just came out. I know it's not great, but it expresses how I feel.
Her love for me is immeasurable;
The amount cannot be expressed.
At times I sit and think of her
When I feel a bit depressed.
She wished for me to have a better life
Than the one she had to have;
Life with two parents, in a loving home,
Where I could be a kid and laugh.
She knew she could not give me that,
And unselfishly let me go
To people whom she had never met
And whose names she could not know.
I know that she still loves me,
And should we ever meet
Would open her arms to me and say,
"This makes my life complete."
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Hey everyone... it seems I keep getting messages from people who have read this poem and want to know more about my story, so here it is. I found her and talked to her for the first time on February 11th of this year, and it has been such an icredible experience. It has been very overwhelming for both of us, but she has been amazing throughout this whole process. From the beginning, she told me that she was more than willing to go at my pace for the reunion, and she never tried to push me into more than I was ready for. Her whole family, including her parents and siblings, hated that she relinquished me, and they were ecstatic when they discovered that I had found her. I've met all of them since then, and it's so incredible to see the odd similarities between me, her, and other people in her family. I talk to her once or twice a week at this point (I'm in college, so I'm crazy busy), and I've seen her about 5 times since we first talked 8 months ago. After I met her, I completely forgot about this poem until just a couple months ago when I came across it in my computer. It was such a strange feeling to read it again now that I'm on the other side of the reunion. I wrote that poem about somebody I didn't know at all... and now that I know her, it's just an odd feeling. I sent her the poem, and she loved it but said that it was strange for her as well... reading something that I wrote about her when I didn't know her yet... she said it was odd reading something that personal and intense about herself. The reunion hasn't been the easiest things in the world... even with everything going right, it's still difficult and still emotional, and I'm still trying to figure out how she fits into my life and how I fit into hers. Thank you all SO much for your encouragement, and I pray that everyone else who is searching out there, that your story will end as well as mine is. :)
bookworm611
Hey everyone... it seems I keep getting messages from people who have read this poem and want to know more about my story, so here it is. I found her and talked to her for the first time on February 11th of this year, and it has been such an icredible experience. It has been very overwhelming for both of us, but she has been amazing throughout this whole process. From the beginning, she told me that she was more than willing to go at my pace for the reunion, and she never tried to push me into more than I was ready for. Her whole family, including her parents and siblings, hated that she relinquished me, and they were ecstatic when they discovered that I had found her. I've met all of them since then, and it's so incredible to see the odd similarities between me, her, and other people in her family. I talk to her once or twice a week at this point (I'm in college, so I'm crazy busy), and I've seen her about 5 times since we first talked 8 months ago. After I met her, I completely forgot about this poem until just a couple months ago when I came across it in my computer. It was such a strange feeling to read it again now that I'm on the other side of the reunion. I wrote that poem about somebody I didn't know at all... and now that I know her, it's just an odd feeling. I sent her the poem, and she loved it but said that it was strange for her as well... reading something that I wrote about her when I didn't know her yet... she said it was odd reading something that personal and intense about herself. The reunion hasn't been the easiest things in the world... even with everything going right, it's still difficult and still emotional, and I'm still trying to figure out how she fits into my life and how I fit into hers. Thank you all SO much for your encouragement, and I pray that everyone else who is searching out there, that your story will end as well as mine is. :)
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bookworm611
This poem is called True Love, and I wrote it for an English assignment ... we had to write a poem, and this just came out. I know it's not great, but it expresses how I feel.
Her love for me is immeasurable;
The amount cannot be expressed.
At times I sit and think of her
When I feel a bit depressed.
She wished for me to have a better life
Than the one she had to have;
Life with two parents, in a loving home,
Where I could be a kid and laugh.
She knew she could not give me that,
And unselfishly let me go
To people whom she had never met
And whose names she could not know.
I know that she still loves me,
And should we ever meet
Would open her arms to me and say,
"This makes my life complete."
bookworm611
This poem is called True Love, and I wrote it for an English assignment ... we had to write a poem, and this just came out. I know it's not great, but it expresses how I feel.
Her love for me is immeasurable;
The amount cannot be expressed.
At times I sit and think of her
When I feel a bit depressed.
She wished for me to have a better life
Than the one she had to have;
Life with two parents, in a loving home,
Where I could be a kid and laugh.
She knew she could not give me that,
And unselfishly let me go
To people whom she had never met
And whose names she could not know.
I know that she still loves me,
And should we ever meet
Would open her arms to me and say,
"This makes my life complete."
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