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)
