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Legacy of an adopted child – AUTHOR IDENTIFIED

UPDATE:  The authorship of this poem is AGAIN IN QUESTION.  Please read this very important post about this subject – let’s finally lay this mystery to rest!

I am all but bouncing in my seat. Tonight on the adoption.com forum, someone made a post about finding a poem tucked away inside a family bible.

The poem was “Legacy of an adopted child” (read my post about it here) – it was published in “Teen” magazine back in the late 70’s or early 80’s in their “Poetry Corner.” When the poster put it on the adoption.com forum, she included the author’s name!!!

I urge ALL webmasters to update their sites where they have this credited to “Author Unknown.” The author is Lisa Wright. She was 19 at the time and lived in Leeds, Massachusetts.
Thank you, Lisa, for writing a poem that has meant so much to so many.

Here, then, is the original:

Legacy Of An Adopted Child

Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you do not remember
The other you call mother.

Two different lives.
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star
The other became your sun.

The first gave you life,
The second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love
And the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent
The other gave you an aim.

One gave you emotions
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first smile
The other dried your tears.

One gave you up,
It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child
And was led straight to you.

And now you ask me through your tears,
The age-old question through the years:
Heredity or enviornment-which are
you the product of?
Neither, my darling, neither-
Just two different kinds of love.

Lisa Wright, 19, Leeds, Mass.

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January 5, 2006 - Posted by | General

1 Comment »

  1. I have a copy of the above poem from the magazine and it does have the author as Lisa Wright, 19 Leeds, Mass. I saw it in the magazine about 6 months or so after I had given up my son in August, 1983. Brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. It’s so true.

    Comment by Terri | April 27, 2013 | Reply


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