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Baby Boy Defreitas
by Rodney Evan Bohen

Thursday, April 10, 2003

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I laid in await
five days to be picked
the kennel pup
tail wagging
came home from the pound

Baby boy Defreitas
Ti's my true name I think
its on my blue papers
the adoption ones
with black ink
The ones tucked away,
kept hidden from me
till I stood tall at five
and they showed them to
me, confused, oh a little,
for Id seen no mirroring
truth,
in the faces of they
who called me now
Bohen
others kids parents
looked alike most all
but not in
my family
no, not at all
with my whole heart I
I tried to be a Bohen
in vain
but they knew I wasn't
just as I had guessed
Defreitas be me
though no others know
its a secret they told me
when young lad I stood
not to share with another
lest shunned I should be
for in that day a bastard
and adopted were ugly
oddities indeed
a stigma strong, aroma thick
and strong
I never understood it,
but my new parents weren't wrong
for upon the disclosure
it would seem two heads had grown
perplexing to children
who survive? Only
the strong
I oft think of her,
my real Mommy and Dad
but I guess they forgot me
I guess I was bad
I look everywhere
for my Portuguese Mom
but age now may win the race
I shall probably never
see her face
I'll bet that she's pretty,
my real Mom I now mean
I'll bet Dad was strong
and gentle with me
at least for the first
hour or so
I laid in await
five days to be picked
the kennel pup
tail wagging
came home from the pound
sad thing is
they knew I wasn't really theirs
as I did as well
I was told they wanted two kids
a boy and a girl
Well the brother came then I
well, two boys are two much
so they cast the wee
fishy back into the lake
and tried for a girl child
pink lace ribbon
all tied
at least mommy carried
me for nine months
of life
that bespeaks love does it not?
Oh, I know not
lost boy that I am
I look like no other
anywhere around
do any recognize me
I'm baby boy Defrietas
hear my cry call
I'm all alone
Mommy, do you hear me
may I please come
home now
I waited and waited
but you never came
back
Dorothy was her name
and Arthur his,
do any know them
or me
brother of mine
wherever you are
I remain here still waiting
I never went far
I wanted to wait
where I was left
in same place
so when you came
back to get me
you would find the right
place
I await still but now stand
changed by times hand
I hope you shall recognize
me
when you return
for your boy, brother
and blood son
I love you Mommy
and Daddy too.
I am baby boy Defreitas
still waiting for you....


Rodney Evan Bohen

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Reviewed by Patricia Gomes 4/25/2003
Hailing from an area ripe with Defreitas's and plai ol' Freitas's, I couldn't resist this title. Drew me in and the poem itself held me there until the end. Outstanding.
Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster 4/10/2003
This is a super write. Excellent poem!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 4/10/2003
Oh love this one.
Peggy
Reviewed by Leysa Lowery 4/10/2003
My husband's sister gave two babies up for adoption -- she was very young and would not have made a good mother. We were told they went to very good couples who could not have children biologically. I have so often wondered about these children, the cousins of my own four babies. I hope they are happy and complete -- as children deserve to be. Your write touched me deeply.
Reviewed by coni lea harris (Reader) 4/10/2003
Adoption can be looked at two ways, the ones who make no bones about who you are suppose to be proud of, mainly of who you are, or you can be shamed into beleiving that no one gave a damn about you. I was adopted, didn't find out until I was 16, what was the big severt about me knowing I was adopted, the ones that I confronted acted like it was a shame for someone to have to adopt. As, I get older, wiser, things have taken a different turn, in order for me to take a closer look, thank God, and look at things, at a differnt point of view. I met my bio mother in "99" after I had already uncovered what I thought was all the lies told, hid, there were more. Now, I know why I was given the parents I was gifted with, despite their faults. Sometimes it is the best to find bio famiy, sometimes it is not, if you ever do, be prepare, it's not all stars and bannes like when you kiss the one you love and wake up to. I'm here if you would like to talk. Adoption is sometimes avery confusing and emotional part of our lives that only the ones who have been there, know what the path is journeyed. My brother was adopted twice, but he has made it past the depth of near destruction, he, you might could say, he was a silent hereo in my life, but I would not tell me that, it would give him more of an ago trip than he's already on,,just kidding, he's pretty cool, thank you for sharing some of your personal life with us, there are many of us, some just didn't have it so good, some don't even know, but the best thing and advice is for all parents to tell their children they are adopted and they should hold their head and pride high.
and to feel like a puppy picked up at the pound, that is always still with a person, especially if that is the way they were adopted, I remember my mother signing the papers and walking away. here's a smile for you, someone is thinking of you across the states, across the miles. coni lea
Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw) 4/10/2003
OOOOOhhhhhhh!!!! Rodney, Even though I was not adopted, sure have always felt like it, for I, too, am still waiting...at 41..if you know what I mean.... Bear
Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader) 4/10/2003
As usual your work has moved this reader in a way not many pieces can. Mal.
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