Dreams of my Birth Mother
Because you loved me- you carried me
for nine months
Knowing that you could only hold me
for a moment
Because you loved me,
you gave me to someone else
Dreaming of a better future
Than the slums of North Carolina
Because you loved me, you chose them
So they could love me too.
But because I love you, it hurts
to see that picture of you
That looks just like me-
Big smile, broad nose, bright brown eyes.
And when I ask, they tell me
All about you
They say that you were-
Shy, smart, and friendly,
Just like me, and
Because I love you, I found you-
As a part of me.
Because I love you, I wonder
who you are and if
You think about me too.
Would it hurt you to know
That you are me, and I am you.