Not Open, Not Closed


Now am I full-fledged
Member of the triad,
Yet do I stand alone?

Though some would have us
One big happy family,
I would eliminate us all.

No more displaced mothers,
No more lost children,
From the depth
Of my most personal anguish,
No more! No more!

Each mother
The mother of the child
She gives birth.

What of the infertile woman!
As if that were argument
Rather than question.

Am I worse to ask you to be
    the favorite aunt of your nieces and nephews,
Than you to ask me to become
    the favorite aunt of my own child?
Adoption must no longer be.
Abduction.