Adopted

A woman sat there in her room

Tired, shocked and alone
She had just found out she was adopted

She felt like the house she grew up in was no longer a home.

Did she have her Mother's eyes?

What about her Father's nose?

Did her Mother get the chance to nurse her?

Did her Father get to wiggle her toes?

An aching yearning to see where she fit

The origin of her creation

Decades had gone by without any knowledge

Such an overwhelming sensation.

Should she one day tell her first child?
How would she find courage to tell her lover?

Had everything she had known been a big lie?

Was she missed by her Father and Mother?

She wondered if she would meet the two people

Who decided to give her away

She wondered what their though process was

Was a decision made at birth that day?

The woman wondered if you could love a stranger

When they were meant to mean so much to you

She wanted to love her parents and vice versa

On her birthday were there candles they blew?

She had to find where her family was

A million questions circulated her mind

Did she have a Brother or Sister?

A surge of emotion she would hate to hide.

She'd set about to find her story

Whether she ran the journey with someone or alone

A contact number was all she had to start with

Answers to questions she wanted to know.

Whether the result would be good or bad

It was only fair to find out either way

She knew once the door had become open

There was no turning back from that day.

Written by Jeska Brewster on 20.12.2010 (c)