Birth Mother and Mother.
Mommy, mother, mom.
Someone who's always loved me.
Yet deep down inside I know their is another,
Who doesn't know me now, but knew me then.
I am more grateful to her than she may know,
For she gave me life, and she gave me a family.
The family I now know and love.
Though I may not know her,
I feel her within my soul.
But what about she, what pains she may feel?
Every year upon my birthday,
I can't help but sit in the fresh air,
Look up at the sky and wonder...
Do I have her eyes?
Do I look like her?
Would I make her proud?
Questions that tear me everyday,
Waiting for the day I turn eighteen,
Then maybe I can finally fill this one empty spot
She left deep within my happy heart.
I want to let her know that I still care for her,
And it's just four more years 'til we can meet,
Though she'll never be my mother
In any way but birth.
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