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Sahayla - Forever the Princess

The sun went in

the clouds came out

GONE.....

I heard the silence shout

I lay on the beech

I closed my eyes

the whistling wind

carried my cries

Along the shore

footprints in sand

I drift back in time

Forever at peace

Go push your trolley

Down the grocery aisle

As they drag their cart

For the bodies that pile

 

Go feed the ducks

With yesterdays bread

As they look for their children

Amongst the dead

A Deadly Path

from: The Salt Lake Tribune

One Year Ago, a headstrong but vulnerable boy died at 14 during wilderness therapy in Utah's Unforgiving desert; How could a lonely, headstrong -- but ultimately terribly vulnerable -- boy end up at dead at 14 in Utah's unforgiving desert?

By Brooke Adams
The Salt Lake Tribune
Salt Lake Tribune

Just a Ramble

Suppositions and Assumptions in Adoption Justification

Since Round-Table Discussion About "The WOUND" and The Womb is going into all sorts of tangents, ranging from male-female antics in ATM handling to supposition and assumptions about what adoption is or should be. The latter I would like to discuss further in this thread, leaving our round-table discussion centered around the primal wound. The categorical gender generalizations assumed in ATM handling I see no need in further discussing, but I digress.

Bob wrote:

Struggle for Identity: Issues Underlying the Enactment of the 1926 Adoption of Children Act

Struggle for Identity: Issues Underlying the Enactment of the 1926 Adoption of Children Act

Jenny Keating

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep. A page from my life

It was in my first year juniors when I heard the word adoption. Adoption, a word that has followed me like a bad smell ever since!

Permission to Forgive

This is for you
the mother who lied,
who cradled a glass
Instead of your child.

You ask me to forgive
for the life, you let pass by,
a life of mere existence
for a child who didn’t cry.

Did you ignore?
Or perhaps not care
if she woke in the dark
to find you not there.

A lonely child
with a silent voice,
to care for you
her only choice.

No words of love
No warm embrace,
an empty heart
and a tear stained face.

A Child of Suburban Wealth

Martin Tankleff's house was a place of luxury - and tension

By Shirley E. Perlman and Joseph Demma

Staff Writer

December 13, 1988

He was given up at birth by a woman going through a divorce who already had one son and decided she couldn't keep a second.

Three days later, he was adopted by a Long Island couple who couldn't have children, who saw him as "a gift from God" and raised him accordingly.

To make me whole

To make me whole
I need to know
From where I came
What made me so?

Something is missing
It’s not in my mind
A life times search
My core to find

I knew I was different
Not like the rest
As a growing child

Hello folks, a bit about me and adoption

Ah well I've been on alt.adoption for nearly 10 years in various guises, been looking in there for 15, so I probably qualify on 'sick sense of humor' criteria to be here.

I've a little experience of children's homes way way back the age of 2 and that was a long long time ago. Getting access to records from organizations that were active in for want of better word, childcare, and adoption is what I have a bit of experience of as some of you've probably seen.

Hillsborough 1989

New guidelines soon for child adoption

from: The Hindu

NEW DELHI: The Centre will soon finalise fresh guidelines for child adoption so as to make the process more transparent and ensure that there are adequate safety checks and a tracking system.

do you ever think of me

Do you ever think of me?
Do you really care?
With every waking memory
I see your evil stare

You saw me as an object
Your needs you satisfied
Did you never look at me
And see a frightened child

When you went your merry way
Did it ever cross your mind
No longer in my presence
But scars were left behind

I am no more that frightened child
The one you said had lied and lied
Through life's journey I have grown
With loving children of my own

placements

Another door
Another bed
Papers to shuffle
Go rest your head

Another day
Another place
Another child
A different face

Long-term short term
Hard to place
Forget the name
Another case

Targets budgets
Paid to cope
Another home
Give words of hope
 
Childhood lives
Lost in wait
Reasons for change
In the welfare state

kerry for you

Here you go Kerry, couldnt resist it! dont say i never give you anything!

kerrys pic

Govt plans nationwide registration of adoption agencies

from: http://www.hindu.com

New Delhi, Oct. 5 (PTI): Government plans to launch a nationwide drive to register all adoption agencies in the country to check commercialisation of the adoption process.

The move will be in addition to a new tracking system proposed for monitoring parents with the aim of minimising chances of child abuse.

Child of the swinging sixties

A child of the swinging 60s’
a mother all alone,
no one to offer any help
and a father marked unknown.

However, could she keep her child?
When all around screamed shame,
society frowned upon it
and along adoption came.

A problem to correct
decisions for them to make,
unfit, unwed mother
give birth for them to take.

Middle class wealthy family
the balance seems just right,
rid the shameless mother
leave her nothing left to fight.

The collectables

The collectables

Love me just once

Strangled twisted roots
Preventing all potential,
Won’t someone give a damn?
Stop me going mental.

Hold me in your arms
Give me some direction,
Shattered fragile mind
Starved of all affection.

Life is just a journey
A long winding road,
Someone please protect me
From the unrelenting cold.

The sky without birds
The sea without fish,
A heart with no beat
Is all that I wish.

I ache to be loved
For someone to care,
What have I done?
To have no one there.

Was I born bad?
My mothers curse,
Tormented and empty
Could I feel any worse?

Pray give me hope
A reason to be,
Free from this pain
Happy with me
.
Love me just once
That’s all I ask,
To face the world
Discarding my mask.

Farce

Guatemalan adoptions under scrutiny

from: The Arizona Republic

Chris Hawley
The Arizona Republic
Oct. 1, 2007 12:00 AM

Affective Dissonence In Adoption Transition and Attachment

Affective Dissonence In Adoption Transition and Attachment

Robert Allan Hafetz

Bamm-Bamm, Walking Like a Dinosaur

Ian, my oldest was named partly after a Scottish warrior,  Ian Wallace.  (William Wallace:  Braveheart.  Truth be told, it was the Mel Gibson movie that sold us!)  But with Ian, the name holds true... the lad is a born warrior.  Always has been, since birth.  All shoulders and thighs, and fierce determination, with a heart of gold and sweetness that could bring tears to your eyes.

I love my boy, but he drives me crazy.  Always did.

When he was little, he used to think he was a dinosaur.

Self-induced death-sentence

Facing prison, teacher kills himself

A 23-year-old Central Bucks substitute teacher who was facing at least 10 to 20 years in prison for sexually assaulting two students committed suicide Saturday.

By LAURIE MASON
PhillyBurbs.com
9/25/2007 5:56:52 AM

Jeffrey Anderson, of Philadelphia, was scheduled to be sentenced Friday in Bucks County court in Doylestown for involuntary deviate sexual intercourse, aggravated indecent assault and related charges.

piece by broken piece

I found more papers last night.

My kids wanted to know more about my childhood... so I told them about the time I was in the bicentennial parade, dressed as Betsy Ross.  My grandmother made the costume for me.  At least I wasn't alone... I had my brother with me; he was dressed as Ben Franklin.  We looked like dorks.  I wore a hat, and held a flag, and he wore fake glasses and carried a kite.  We sat on this huge float made of fake flowers because we were kids, and our dad made us, because our grandmother made the outfits.

My favorite scene ever

Squidward: "Has anyone ever played an instrument before?"
   *Patrick's hand goes up*
Patrick:" Is mayonnaise an instrument?"
Squidward: "No Patrick, mayonnaise is not an instrument."
   *Patrick's hand goes up again*
Squidward: "No Patrick, horseradish is not an instrument either."
   *Patrick's hand goes down*

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