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The Family Tree
You are to be a challenge
This title 'Family Tree'
As I set to bring you to life
I will start with what I see.
Your branches spread in dignity
Upon a parchment page.
The symbol of genealogy
You now, have set the stage.
Your trunk of majestic beauty
separates two family names.
A blank line placed beneath each branch
to tell of whence we came.
So as I begin this story,
It soon will be plainly seen . . .
That my tree, leans in the winds of questions
There really is, no ~
me.
Adopted as a baby,
and placed in loving arms
I was granted the love of family
when I could have come to harm.
To ask of them the questions
Would only bring them pain
So I tried to search for records
but the questions still remain.
I am somewhere a written page
sealed within a vault.
A victim of antiquated laws
No one will take the fault.
I do not want to cause a problem.
I simply need to see,
A statement of my beginning
the person . . . really me.
It seems to me a travesty
At my ripe old age,
That I am not allowed to see
What is written on my page.
Do I look just like my mother?
Was my father's name ~ maybe ~ Joe?
I guess in all my lifetime
I may never really know.
God Bless the mother given me,
My father now is gone.
If I were to ask of her my questions
She would feel it was so wrong!
My grown children now have joined me
In the questions of my past.
They want to know their heritage.
It is their right to ask.
Please understand, I have no doubt
That I am truly loved.
For all that they have given me
I thank the Lord above!
Of what I know, my name is Lesa.
My Father's name was Dale.
My Mother's name is Betty,
I don't think there was a Gayle.
I am the granddaughter of Nina.
My grandfather's name was John.
Of who has always been my family
I could go on and on!
So whose names rightfully should appear
On my side of the tree?
The family that has always loved me
And their history.
Because I know within my heart
that this is what should be
I often feel the pangs of the guilt
Of my disloyalty?
For I will always wonder,
when I see a Family Tree ~
If one of the names beneath its branches
Really should be
~Me~
Nice song.
I think we all want to know that.
We all want to know of our past.
The people, the names.
The stories from our past.
Who are these people?
Lesa this is absolutely awesome and I see nothing in there that should have hurt you mother. The questions you and your children ask a normal and may be a necessity one day due to a future health condition. It is only natural for "anyone" to wonder of their roots. Thru out the whole write your loyality and love remained with your adoptive mother... Besides every adoptive parent must know that at some time these questions will arise... Hugs my friend... Donna