How much those words hurt my heart,
when I heard her say them.
Sitting there having to listen to scorn,
drip from her lips...
"She's not my blood..."
and my heart cringed,
she is a child looking for love,
for someone to care and provide a home...
Blood or no,
we share this world,
and love belongs to everyone,
I wanted to shake her,
and make her realize,
how difficult it must have been,
for that child to ask...
You think she doesn't know?
Who cares about blood?
she is family like it or not,
in need of help,
calling out to the world,
hoping someone listens...
Tonight while I lay here,
sleep a fantasy,
I keep hearing her...
"she's not my blood..."
She's not mine either,
but I will take her into my heart,
and give her what you cannot,
Foolish woman,
What is blood?
One day you may find yourself,
answering for that reply...
Somewhere in the past,
we shared mothers...
And that blood runs still in my veins,
but I got something more from them,
I learned to love children,
whether they were mine or not...
Damn you to hell,
for telling her that...
Those are words no child,
should ever have to hear
That sweet lonely child,
is more blood to me,
then you will ever be.
Rein--you are truly an insightful writer to me. You know how to capture my eyes and drown them in your words. I can't ever imagine how I would feel if my family told me I wasn't their blood. That's got to be difficult to bear. Thanks. Jim
Superb and touching write; and I have lived on the other side of that equation - as a foster child, almost adopted by the most wonderful family a child could ever hope to be a part of. Thank you for this honest offering. -- Jeff
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2006
This is a rage worth shouting to the world until every heart hears it and pays attention! Excellent write and touches me very deeply. My brother is not of my blood but he is my brother and always will be. I too cringe when I hear people say; not of my blood! and sadly I heard this again today from my father when he spoke of my brother. It makes me sooooo mad! But like you my heart remains open, even to the one who speaks the words, Not of my blood, because love touches all :-)
Fantastic. it is so sad that in this world the children are not taken care of. Your words "she's not my blood" I could feel the rejection and disdain...sad oh so sad....
A riveting portrait of the essential meaning of love and family. Very sensitive depths are probed here with great skill, a fierce heart, and deep compassion. Much gratitude for the sharing.
Aberjhani
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2006
Retta, this is so powerful. Children are precious gifts from God and should be treasured as such. Each child has the right to be cherished and loved.
People don't realize that being related in blood does not mean that your own child will be better than others. Sometimes, unrelated-blood angels would step into our lives and make the difference worthwhile.
Adopted children are God-sent as an angels to care and oversee your well-beings.
Giving love and care should never be prejudiced.
A good sensitive and thoughtul write! I'm so glad I didn't miss this wonderful poem.
Indeed, Retta; we are all of the same "blood" and if we realized it, this world would be a far better place. Thank you for sharing this thoughtful write. Love and peace to you,
We are all blood, we are all and we are one, it's high time we woke up to the fact. This is so moving Retta, Love knows no boundries, superb piece dear Lady.
Paul;-)
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 25, 2006
Life damaging words. One can hear your anger in these words...
The heart of a true parent is in this write, and no not a blood parent but a women who knows children are all of our responsibilities to love, protect and cherish as the greatest treasue on this earth. My hat goes out to you Retta for making that as clear as day in this heartfelt write.
Fee
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on August 25, 2006
Terrible way to treat a child, but people must learn to love. Difficult I know, but we must try.
Your poetry exposes the greates plague in our country and our neighbors. Ignorant beliefs and convictions do more harm than wars to innocent children and each of us, as well. It would seem that the wisest words ever written or said on this subject, are these, "What we're not UP on, we're DOWN on!!!"
Your writing is up to, and beyond, your usual standard in this one. Poignant and full of love, indeed. - Bill
Oh Retta this one touches me deeply....you are so right...and even here on AD we are not of the same blood but there is a love here that is very dear to me!!
Love Always Your Sister Tinka
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on August 25, 2006
You are right Retta, we don't have to be of the same
blood to love a child, or etc.
Very heartfelt and touching..
Wonderful picture..
God bless ya.......
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on August 25, 2006
has touched my heart with pain and saddness this is powerful and felt.
Oh Reindeer, how very painful it is to read of such family traditions, that keep people from knowing the heart is what matters to Creator. He sees our hearts not our blood. No matter who this poem is about the person that said "She is not my blood" will be judged for her cruelty, while the one who accepts and comforts the child will be blessed!...Excellent poem!
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Excellent the way you put it into words.
All children need love
To nourish their minds and soul
as they grow, in this cruel world.
thanks for sharing
Love & Peace
William
excellent offering, Reindeer ...
Love, Joy & Peace,
Joseph
vesna:)
nice work
peace and sunshine
Aberjhani
Adopted children are God-sent as an angels to care and oversee your well-beings.
Giving love and care should never be prejudiced.
A good sensitive and thoughtul write! I'm so glad I didn't miss this wonderful poem.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
gina
Regis
Paul;-)
Fee
Your writing is up to, and beyond, your usual standard in this one. Poignant and full of love, indeed. - Bill
Love Always Your Sister Tinka
blood to love a child, or etc.
Very heartfelt and touching..
Wonderful picture..
God bless ya.......
Thank you for sounding the trumpet for all displaced and lonely children
God Bless You
Blessings
Peter
Eileen