I wake and stretch
and for a moment, all is well
Then I remember
and another cell in my heart
Dies
Another furrow marks my face
and I wish for the past
When my lover was well
and my child had a future.
I wake and stretch
and for a moment, all is well
Then I remember
and another cell in my heart
Dies
Another furrow marks my face
and I wish for the past
When my lover was well
and my child had a future.
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As research for my next novel I would like to interview people who are either adopted and have sought out their birth families, or are a birth mother or father who has been contacted by an adopted child. I am particularly interested in the family and relationship dynamics and how these change after the initial contact has been made.
Of course, anything you tell me will be treated with confidentiality.
Contact me either through this site or at http://www.laberrynovels.org.
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