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Ten feet away my dear mother lay
And I never touched her hand
There, face-to-face, and not one embrace
To this day, I don't understand
We said our goodbyes, no tears in my eyes
And I acted off-hand, as I do
All blase and glib, I said, "Well, see ya, kid"
And I left her to die in St. Lou ....
When I look around ... oh, the lessons abound
Been finding the truth night and day
The more pages I turn, the more that I learn
Our mothers were used and betrayed
Afraid and alone, without husband or home
They fell prey to adoption's advance
Coercion and lies, wool pulled over their eyes
Our girl/mothers stood not a chance
And we, who were sold by the greedy and cold
Grew up thinking we'd been tossed aside
All our lives ... unaware .. we have mothers out
there
Who hope we'll find them 'fore they die
©2004 Celeste Billhartz
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