Given away
Rootless
Taken in
Part way rooted
Roots of my mind
Not of my body
Hands that don’t look like me
Where did I get my nose?
Why am I so different?
Loved for what it means to parent
Love for a sense of fulfillment
Unanswered questions
About who I am
~
© Carol Campbell 2016
This is autobiographical but not presently reality. It was a time that I went through.
Prompt word: ROOTS
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wow I love your take on the prompt! I haven’t been able to fit it into my work…
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I bet you will find a way!
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I’m working on it 😉
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Yeah! You certainly have the knack with engaging these prompts…Very innovative. 😉 Hugs!
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Thank you!
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being adopted can only add to one’s feeling uprooted, not connected. a great challenge, yet a possible great blessing also.
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the photo matches the poem well, nice writing! 🙂
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Thank you!
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great take on the prompt!
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Thank you!
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Your writings really are evoking a lot of thoughts in me. It’s like falling into a trance when reading them.
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