I have a son and could never give him up. The love this mother had so that her son could grow and be taken care of is immense.You show us how she felt and you felt. An excellent work.
hugs
Kat
You have done so well here in expressing the harsh contrasts between love and agony,hope and abandonment. Your feeling for this lady is given so well, yet nobody could help, given what you have written, but feel the pain she must harbor. As you said, there will come a day, but the living in between can get overwhelming...Jerry
This is agonising stuff for all of us when we consider the feelings you so carefully articulate on both sides of the mothering fence. The loss and gain of children whose personal circumstance necessitates the handover of care. Surrogacy is such a privelege and yet brings with it the complications of such stated pain. Only the most compassionate and empathetic hearts can surely be suited to such a high-risk task. I applaud you, Cryssa. You speak of "once", a mere moment in the ocean of time, yet what you have undertaken and the duty of care you so lovingly and willingly apply yourself to, without heed to the emotional repercussions, is for all time and impacts the lives of many. Your loving home and open heart and arms have become a life raft for some of the most vulnerable children of the world. This is so much more than a poem. It is love in action. Bless you richly, Kate xx
Sadness and joy, as Art Sun said, sensitivity and compassion, as Edwin wrote... I find these different feelings that blend harmoniously. It's a piece that speaks to me as a mother and that I have read with tears and a smile. The love you share is wonderful Cryssa.
Axilea
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on September 13, 2008
What a sweet woman you are sweet lady...sighhhh..please take care...HUgss
Wow,this is very powerful where your heart is fill with sensitivity,compassion and warmth.It touch my heart a lot and I was glad to read this poem.Take care of yourself
Sadness and joy as so entwined that at times we can only feel the emotion of love embedded within the heart and soul...this is one of those moments in time...
She looks like someone has just sucked the happiness right out of her-- she must love him fierce. Your poem caught a lot of emotions just right-- you told your story with little formality-- just simple and plain-- understated, and that's what allows the readers to feel. When you milk it, they can't, because the writer's already done it for them. Great job! --Charlie
As for Haiti-- I feel as Sara Coslett-- how terrifying for them who have nothing to spare, to lose everything again and again. If anyone would like to send money to Haiti, Cryssa and I are raising money for their benefit at piggyink.com Order a book from us with some extra gravy, and we'll make sure all the money gets into some capable hands who live in and love Haiti and all of Haiti's children, and will do what they can to help all who come to their doors. --Charlie
Very deep, yet genuine gratitude for the gift that was given by a mother who cared more for her son than herself. In God's humble ways a way will be found for all of you to meet "once" again. May God bless you always....
Can barely see for the love, the compassion, in these lines. Beautifully penned; well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Your son is doubly blessed: two Moms who love him! One, who birthed and raised him in his formative years; two, you, who continues to love and raise him as yours. What pain the birthmom must have gone through to give him to you.
This was so sweet, I had to try not to cry. If only she could read it, know of the understanding of another mother, now the mother of her child. I think it would mean the world to her if she only knew what you understood, and saw in her eyes. Even more than that, to know that she has not been forgotten, or pushed back, that she lives in him every day and we are grateful for her. A beautiful poem, truly from the heart...
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Kat
Axilea
Edwin
Your heart and soul are a gift from God...
nice work...
Art Sun...
I'm glad for your daughter to have made a smart choice in life. Wonderful write!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
As for Haiti-- I feel as Sara Coslett-- how terrifying for them who have nothing to spare, to lose everything again and again. If anyone would like to send money to Haiti, Cryssa and I are raising money for their benefit at piggyink.com Order a book from us with some extra gravy, and we'll make sure all the money gets into some capable hands who live in and love Haiti and all of Haiti's children, and will do what they can to help all who come to their doors. --Charlie
The other day the US government announced it was sending money in aid to Georgia. I asked myself, what of Haiti? Who is taking care of Haiti?
I think this poem clearly shows Marie Yolene made a smart choice. Your heart is filled with pure love.
~ Sara
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Can barely see for the love, the compassion, in these lines. Beautifully penned; well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Your son is doubly blessed: two Moms who love him! One, who birthed and raised him in his formative years; two, you, who continues to love and raise him as yours. What pain the birthmom must have gone through to give him to you.
ET
Second, you are a beautiful woman and mother. You should be proud.
-gene.
It has to be so difficult for a mother to give up her child so that he will have a happy life. This was so beautiful.
Mary
Regis
Luv,
Ahna