To My Birth Mom

I’ve never met you

Oh, but I want to

You gave me up when I was small

Was it a good thing, after all?

Do I ever cross your mind?

Do you look in the mirror at your eyes and see mine?

Was I not the one you wanted?

Did you want someone else?

Immediately you said, “Someone else can have her”

And I wish I could remember

If you told me, “I love you”

If you said that you’d be true

Even if I remembered you lying

At least now, on the inside, I wouldn’t be dying

Now here I am with nothing left of you

Except a picture, a letter, and a teddy bear so cute

I wonder if you ever thought back to the day

You held your baby girl in your arms and swayed

Do you remember the baby with black hair and blue eyes?

The little girl who deafened you with her cries

You remember the little girl who would have called you mommy?

That little girl was me