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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Our Mutual Friend (not about the book) (09/15/11)

TITLE: The Other Son
By Leola Ogle
09/19/11


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A baby boy beautiful and healthy

His cries piercing the air as my mother and sisters look on

My eyes dart to him, newborn, cradled in my motherís arms

Do you want to hold him? the nurse asks

I shake my head and turn my eyes

Not willing to see my motherís tears, to feel responsible for them

While I lay on the delivery table, she walks in

Our mutual friend, she who has arranged it all

Before she holds him, she kisses my cheek, then asks for a telephone

Iím holding your baby, a beautiful boy, she says to her

Tears gather in my eyes, I blink them away

They come the next day to see, to touch, to hold

They are now mommy and daddy, my gift bestowed

The curtain is drawn, I on one side, they on the other

I hear their coos, their laughter, their muffled sobs

I detach myself from their emotions, my emotions

A better life I give him, my family doesnít understand

They want me to feel their hurt, their loss

It angers me but makes me sad, my life, my choice, I say

Time passes, months, years, I hold other babies, another son, daughters

I think of him, the other son, but not with sadness or regret

Abstractly - as though a movie Iíve seen or a book Iíve read

I hear reports, see pictures through our mutual friend

My motherís friend, really, she who arranged it

They -friends who wanted, needed, prayed for a baby

We - friends who had a baby to give

Drawn together by our mutual friend

Full of love and compassion for both sides

More years pass, Iím lost, angry, aimless, addicted

Then I change, I get it together, my life that is

My children are growing, I see things differently

Becoming a grandmother, I understand now my motherís pain

I think of him, the other son, differently now, with longing

No longer a baby, whom Iíve only seen from a distance or in pictures

Our mutual friend, she who arranged it, tried to arrange a meeting

But he would not because they would not

The mommy and daddy, they hold a tight reign

Afraid to let go, to lose him, to share him, although he is grown now

Our mutual friend hugs me, Iím sorry, she says

I try to understand, Iím no threat to them, to their parenthood

He has always been their son, not mine, my gift bestowed

Why make him feel guilty just to meet me

Itís his life though, his choice, he could choose if he really wanted

I talk with our mutual friend, she shrugs, pain mirrored in her eyes

So I wait and wonder and pray, so much to say to him

To tell him why, though perhaps he doesnít care why

Now it is I who longs for a gift only he can bestow

**Based on actual events


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Brenda Shipman09/22/11
This is so powerful, moving, authentic, and beautifully written. Tremendous job!
Theresa Santy 09/22/11
Ditto Brenda's comments. And, I liked the way you tied the theme in, so nicely woven into the story.
Nancy Bucca 09/23/11
More dittos, as if I could put myself in the MC's shoes.
Linda Goergen09/23/11
Wow-wow-wow...this powerfully presented, emotion-laden story brought tears to my eyes! I pray since this is based on actual event, that God will open hearts and allow the desired gift! Outstanding entry!
Karen Pourbabaee 09/24/11
A moving testimony of love written in a beautiful lyrical style! And a very effective interweaving of the mutual friend throughout the years of this story.
Noel Mitaxa 09/24/11
You have revealed the depth of heartache and damaged hopes behind the decisons and the statistics of adoption in such a moving way. I hope this rates well.
Edmond Ng 09/28/11
Well expressed feelings written all over in this piece. God understands the heartache within. May God extend His hands to all the parties involved with a healing touch to comfort each and everyone.
Karen Pourbabaee 09/29/11
Glad to see your lovely piece recognized this week with HC win!