Wishes to the Moon

Maya composing

Maya composing an “original” song at an early age

 

 

It’s happening! Maya, our BPAR clinician, is taking the trip back to India, her birth country. She will be filming much of her trip and is excited to share her journey through India when she comes home. Until then, Maya invites you on her journey through previous blogs and this new one, Wishes to the Moon. Today’s blog and its accompanying song, both written to the birth mother she has never met, were inspired by all of the feelings Maya has had as she packs her bag.

 

 

Wishes to the Moon

It feels like this part of me is blind, like no matter how hard I try to mold myself into an image of you, I end up at the moon. Because if you’re the face of the moon that I see, then I’ve seen you smile; and I’ve seen you sleep. Because if you’re the face of the moon that I see, I know I can find you. I know I can look up and talk to you. I know you’re right there when I dream.

I like to think the moon is our connector, the beautiful ray that projects on our paths as day turns to night. And if I had to guess, the moon is more than just a moon to you, too. It’s the name you gave me – Chandani.

Twenty-eight years ago, I was two weeks old.

Twenty-one years ago, I was scared.

And today I will walk off a plane breathing the air you breathe.

Today I will look around, wondering if she is you.

And tomorrow the wonder will still be there, as will the moon.

Every wish I’ve had for you, I’ve sent through the moon. Every wonder I’ve had about you, I’ve asked the moon, and until we meet again, I’ll keep using the moon as my mailman for you.

This song is what came from those feelings that escaped my numbness, those feelings that had something to say about my journey back to India. As I go, so does the record button on my video camera.  I am excited to share the journey with you all!

 

Wishes to the Moon 

by Maya Rogers-Bursen

There’s one thing I know

That you and I

Can see pretty clearly

Its face it does glow

All through the night

I wish you could see me

It’s what you gave to me

The name that you carry

The place I look up to see my birth family

All of my wishes go to the moon

And all of my wishes go to the moon

All of my wishes I send through the moon

And all of my wishes I hope go to you

But I don’t know

For sure

If you hear me

But all of my wishes go to the moon

And all of my wishes go to the moon

And all of my wishes I send through the moon

And all of my wishes I hope go to you

But all of my wishes go to the moon

And all of my wishes go to the moon

All of my wishes I send through the moon

And all of my wishes I hope go to you

Written by Maya Rogers-Bursen
Boston Post Adoption Resources

Previous blogs Maya wrote about India and her birth mother:

Chandani: Imagining My Birth Mother

Back to the Beginning

A Little Hope — My Song for My Birth Mother

About Maya Rogers-Bursen, LMHC, Expressive Therapist

Maya Rogers-Bursen, LMHC, ATR, Expressive Therapist, is a former clinician at Boston Post Adoption Resources.