by Patricia Knight Meyer Mother gone New arms Chubby toes tickled First yours, then theirs Your daughter’s Your grandsons’ Wiggling, giggling Adopted Daddy sings Fats Domino Breathing hard Gasping Lungs ache and hearts break as he passes A lost father returns, Pulling a frayed tapestry back into place To stand in the other’s stead Beaming, coughing He too gasps for air, not there He too is sucked away from you Eventually, all the men leave Only baby boys remain Laughing, taunting their GiGi But first. Mommy’s last breath ushers in the return of the one she replaced Haste will waste the reunion Hour-glass sands long trickled past Lives resigned and consigned, separate again Time won’t heal all wounds The baby, she will cry from deep within For the mother neither woman could have been A 50-year-old reflection asks, "Who are you?" in a Costa Rican mirror Moments before the pen meets the page to begin your story Then a masked world collapses Everyone seeking that breath Their first, their last, and all the ones in between Bio: A baby-scoop era “adoptee” and advocate for adoption reform, Patricia Knight Meyer writes and speaks publicly about managing relationships post-reunion, as well as growing up as a black market baby. She speaks at adoption conferences, blogs at www.myadoptedlife.com, and admins several online groups, including the Adoption Constellation Search and Reunion Support Group on Facebook. Her reunion video with her birth father has 287,000 YouTube views. AKA invites you to hear from members of the extended family of adoption and the surrounding community. While we take great care in curating the content, please know:
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