Apologies

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Political Correctness in all your speak
While I am drowning in my grief
In your attempt to avoid offending
I am lost, why are we pretending?

There were mothers who lost babies
There were babies who lost mothers
There were fathers, and grandparents
And sisters and brothers.

Tiny baby broken body and soul
Your fragile world distorted by pain
Infant mind stormed by ghostly shadows
Of mother and other whose echoes remain

Political Correctness in all your speak
While I am drowning in my grief
In your attempt to avoid offending
I am lost, please stop pretending?

 

I recently attended my first Apology/anniversay event.
As I listened to the speakers talk about adoption without referring to the babies, I was swept away by grief that triggered my sense of being invisible and unheard ... a pre-verbal grief that, as a late discovery adoptee I am only just feeling.

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