An Adoption Poem

Gone

It was early morning in October 1969
A woman's silent tears streamed down her cheek
A baby was crying just a few feet away
She tried to speak, to comfort the infant's cries
But her voice was empty as the tears kept flowing
The infant's cries were now more distant
The woman closed her eyes as a part of her was now gone
Down the hall a baby girl cries into the night
As a part of her has been left behind

~Lisa Myers, an adoptee who has been writing adoption poems on her feelings of being an adoptee since she can remember.