Three Hearts Stitched: Poems About Adoption

By Celaine Charles

Emotional, deep, layered, beautiful, and stunning. This book of adoption poems will break your heart, then stitch it back together again. 

 

Drawing on her own experience as an adopted child, author Celaine Charles crafts poems based on both her own life and fictionalized stories of her own design. The result is a powerful and honest book because it is told from the heart. 

 

How does it feel to give up your child for adoption, to adopt, or be adopted? Three Hearts Stitched tells the story from each view, often in a way you didn't expect, revealing deep emotions and heart. The child who wonders if they were wanted or unwanted. A birth mother filled simultaneously with sorrow and hope. Parents who long for children to arrive.

 

Confusion, sadness, joy. All these feelings and more are captured in Three Hearts Stitched. Let your heart break, mourn, and get stitched back together again. 

This is the second book of poems by Celaine Charles. She was a poetry finalist in the Pacific Northwest Writer's Association Literary Contest, July 2017. Her first poetry book Colors Collected was based on her online series Colors, awarded Best New Series, Best Continuing Series, and Best Poetry Series for the 2018 Channillo Awards. 

 

Get your copy today to experience this collection of poems yourself.

 

Celaine Charles writes a powerful, honest, and vulnerable collection of poems about adoption that shows bravery and heart.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Egret Lake Books
• Release date: Jan 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9781956498097

Book preview

birth mother

confusion

(Birth Mother)

I wonder if

I

can possibly

possibly

care for you

as I should.

I wonder if

you

will ever

ever

love me

as you would

her.

(Adoptive Mother)

I wonder if

I

can possibly

possibly

care for you

as I should.

I wonder if

you

will ever

ever

love me

as you will

her.

heartbreak

Three hearts that day,

a sonatina…though we know how it ends,

how love is knit into pairs.

Sun and Moon

wrapped their arms around

their souls, suspended in time.

Only a glimpse

where all three entwined, all three

joined in a dance.

Only a nursery rhyme

to keep time, to keep rhythm

for a day or so.

According to the law

while clocks ticked, fermata…bid ominous,

and hearts slipped.

But we know this melody, the last verse

hums in heartbreak

for just one.

blue skies

She soars through blue skies,

mother bird,

though gray clouds lie snug against the day,

though rain threatens her horizon,

she flies onward with the wind,

away from the day’s judgement.

Moon rises in the dusk,

a gleaming hint of sunlight,

like a lantern lit

behind thoughts in her mind,

past decisions made in fear

of the looming night

evermore blue in her memory.

heavy heart

A gift,

a blessing,

a moment unforgiving.

Accident,

mistake,

a chance of near escape.

Nine months

on loan,

payment due in grief.

One heart,

two souls

tempo in a dance.

Spared life

celebrates

heavy heart—a second chance.

among the reeds

I could not be the one to set you free

in a basket among the reeds.

Your noble father bore the task,

while morning sun sat behind

a cloud, its own rays afraid to