Thoughts of a baby lovingly placed for adoption...an adoption that would not happen.

I watched others being chosen. I was ignored.

I hoped. I waited.

Sometimes they wanted girls, sometimes boys.

Sometimes they wanted a brother and a sister under
five.

I was too old.

I was too young.

Sometimes they looked for a child who had blue eyes.

Sometimes they looked for a child who had curly hair.

They looked and whispered that I was too short.

They said I was too fat.

Sometimes I was too tall or just "Not quite right."

I wished that someone would come see me and choose me.

I don't have much hope anymore.

They took some away.

They took little babies.They took pretty girls.
They even took young boys.

I am not sure where they took them.

They said they go across America.

They said some even go to other countries.

When I had hope, I hoped I could just go.

That was before I knew that I was too old or too
young, too tall or too short, too fat or " Not quite
right."

My hope gone. I was the child left behind.

© 2004 Lawrence P. Adams

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