Adoptee Writing Contest 2015- Tied for 2nd Place Winner, Sheri Novotny

My Birth Mom   by Sheri Novotny

That call came one December night,
As we just sat down to eat.
My spouse he almost dropped the phone,

When he heard that voice so sweet.

I looked at him unknowingly,

As he prepared to drop the bomb.

He had to sit, get off his feet,

As he announced, “It’s your birth mom!”

I took the phone, held it to my ear

As the voice said, “Hi, it’s your mother.”

Was caught off guard, in disbelief,

and I just wanted to take cover.

God truly had His hand in this,

As the reunion came to pass.

It was what we both wanted,

but it happened all so fast.

We met a couple times you see,

As she struggled with her illness.

Just two quick months I knew her

Before she entered into stillness.

Into my life she did appear,

And then she went away.

The time I spent with her was gold,

But God took her home to stay.

A blessing to have met her,

The one who gave birth to me.

Even though it was for a moment,

I met my birth-mom thankfully.

Even though we talked a little bit,

Never sure just what to say,

A wave of peace came over her,

When she knew I was okay.

One day we’ll meet in heaven,

We’ll sit and talk awhile,

We’ll know each other even better,

The thought makes my heart smile.

For now she’s in the good Lord’s care.

The best care that I know of.

And when I think of my birth mom,

I’ll always think of her love.

A love that I had never known,

Before we met that day.   

Thank you mom for my life,

And making sure I was okay.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Sheri's Bio: I was around 3 weeks old when I was adopted by a Christian family.  Throughout my life, I had always wondered about my birth family. In my forties, I learned I had seven siblings living in Chicago along with my birth mom.  There was a reunion, but my birth mom passed away two months after our meeting.  It was all orchestrated by the good Lord and gave my birth mom immense peace before she passed.

The coolest part about the reunion was that my adopted family members were able to meet most of my birth family.

God has blessed me with a wonderful husband and an awesome son and I know things would have been way different had I not been given up for adoption.

The one thing I never take for granted is being adopted into a Christian family.  They always made me feel like one of their own, which I’ve always appreciated.  And looking at my life story, you can see God had His hand in all of it!

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2nd Place Winner in the Adoptee Writing Contest 2015, Shefalie A. Hollis

In memory of my birth mother:          

Mother,

It is my birthday

And I think of you…..

Thank you, for my life……

In all the passing years

I still think of you.

This day…… My day……

Not much celebration going on

The day you delivered me.

But oh my mother…if you could see me now….

I would want it to bless your heart…..

To see what I have done with the gift of life given to me.

I am so sorry you could not keep me or

Watch me grow and bloom into the woman

I am becoming today.

I am sorry, it was not your hand that held me

As a child in the night ,when I was so afraid.

Nor your voice that comforted me in the darkness and challenges  of

My life……

Nor your laughter, or your encouragement I heard

Throughout my youthful growing years.

You have not seen the many places, and people

Whose  lives have touched me and I them and all

That has gone into making me………Me.

 

But still…here I am……

I am trying  to do the best with my life I can.

I have loved, laughed, climbed mountains,

Walked in the valleys and…..well sometimes I have even stopped to rest in the shadows for oh so long………

Until I had almost forgotten the warmth of the sun……

I am learning to let people into my life and heart

And build a bridge to friendship……

I have known times of deep loss, .…. but also the pleasure of much gain…..

And I have known the joy of being raised with a family…..

I have been a daughter…and a sister…a wife…a mother….… and a friend to many…

Who have lost their way in life…….

I so wanted you to meet my friends…

I wanted you to meet the woman who became my “mum”…

I am learning  to sing in the barren times, and the times of plenty….

I am learning to let the light shine from within…

And to let the wounds heal over…..

I am learning to sing  a new song…..

And I wanted to say thankyou.

I think of you and wanted you to know

My life has gone on…..

And I am coming into full bloom…

And this day of all days……. my birthday,

I remember you and smile.

Jean shefalie Hollis copyright 1/1/06

 

 

Bio:My name is Shefalie and I am bi-racial. I live in the UK and am married and have a grown married son, and we have a lovely granddaughter who is a gift to my heart and spirit and has brought much healing into my life. 

Adoptee Writing Contest 2015 1st Place Winner- Alissa M of North Carolina

Becoming His Own

I don’t remember the day or the hour,

but I do recall the elusive power,

Of knowing that out there, somewhere unknown

Was the woman, the mother in whose womb I’d grown.

I thought about her day and night, 

And prayed and prayed that I just might,

Get to meet her face to face,

And give her a long-awaited sweet embrace. 

Out in public, I’d look all around,

Wondering if she could be found,

I searched for a familiar face here and there,

Paying close attention to those with red hair.

While I waited, there were lots of questions…

“Do we look alike or have the same expressions?”

“Does she have the same curiosity?”

Or most of all, “Does she even love me?”

I knew I must keep those questions to myself,

And my feelings of rejection belonged on the shelf.

Because society said, “You were special and chosen,

So keep your mouth shut and your feelings frozen.”

I was grateful to the parents who loved and raised me,

But it wasn’t about them… it was about my desperate plea.

My longing to find the many unknowns

So I could stop guessing and feeling alone.

For years, I begged God, searching to no avail,

knowing deep down that my prayers would prevail, 

So after much research and letters and calls,

I finally found the searcher who would end it all.

I sent off to get my birth information,

And when it arrived, I studied the narration.

“Baby Girl Crittenton” stung at my core,

A nameless baby with her mother no more.

On the last page was just what I needed,

The signature of the one who bravely conceded.

I can only imagine what she went through,

As she lived out her secret that just a few knew.

My searcher then found the man she had married,

I called him, trying to hide the secret she’d carried.

When I asked where she was, I was shocked at his answer, 

For sadly three years prior, she had died of cancer.

So I told him the truth about how she was my mother,

But he denied it and said it must be some other,

Because the Carol he knew loved her children too deeply,

That to give one away would not have been easy.

I said what I had been taught, that I was just blessed,

That she loved me so much and wanted the best, 

But deep down, I heard, “Your mother loved her children…BUT

I’m so sorry to say that YOU did not make the cut.”

I buried that grief for years and years,

Not even knowing that there were tears,

But with some wise counsel, I have learned to grieve,

The one who gave me life, the one I had to leave.

I know that the Enemy has whispered lies in my ear, 

About how I’m not wanted, about how I should fear,

Rejection from those who are closest to me, 

But I’m here to tell you that God’s setting me free.

He whispers truth to my spirit, telling me I’m wanted,

That I should reject those lies that have keep me haunted,

He tells me that I am chosen, loved, and completely known,

And that HE was the first to call me His own.

Alissa M    2-7-14 

 

"Alissa lives in North Carolina with her husband and two kids. After teaching deaf preschoolers for fifteen years, God called her to homeschool her children, so she has been dedicated to educating them for the past seven years. In her free time, Alissa enjoys serving others, hanging out with friends, playing pool, and doing nail art.  Her deepest desire is to continue to grow closer and closer to her Heavenly Father and to become the woman He created her to be."

 

( Alissa M was awarded a $200.00 cash award for her 1st place entry.  Congratulations! )

 

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Adoptees Writing Contest 2015 Winners Announcement

 

 

Announcing the Adoptees Writing Contest 2015 Winners:

 

1st: Alissa M of North Carolina 

2nd: Shefalie from the UK.

2nd: Sheri N. of Illinois. 

3rd: Lyn R, of Illinois. 

4th: Hugh S. of California. 

 

The winners have been notified and awarded their cash prizes.

1st: $200, 2nd: $100, 3rd: $50, 4th: $50

 

Thank you to everyone who sent in submissions! It was difficult for the judges to make decisions with some wonderful and creative and heartfelt entries. One of the goals of the contest was to receive many submissions and an extension of the first deadline was made to allow more entries to come in. There were a limited amount of entries and so some of the initial guidelines for submissions needed to be waived a bit for a good number of them would not have qualified. Instead of extending the contest a 2nd time these variances of the guidelines were accepted ( Such as being a piece that was never published before, word count, and written by an adoptee- and not someone touched by adoption ).  Also with votes, there was a tie for 2nd place. Entries were judged on creativity, adoption education, positive adoption language, and heartfelt expression.

 

Beginning this week and for 5 weeks, each of the winning entries will be published here and on the Adoptee's Cafe site on blogger.com. ( Starting with the 1st Place Award )

 

Please Note: These poems and letters many not be reprinted or shared in any print media form without permission. These entries will be shared in another adoption publication to be announced at a later date. To contact any of the authors, you need to contact Jody Moreen. Send inquiries to jodymoreen (and the @ sign ) gmail.com