I don’t even know who you are.
I’m not sure what you look like.
I grew inside of you,
Connected to you,
Physically, spiritually, and emotionally.
I am alive because of you.
I am a sum of your parts.
I should have some sort of love towards you.
But I have none
I feel like something is missing,
But I am ashamed to search for it.
I don’t have any concern on why you didn’t want your children,
Or do I?
I’m thankful for the family. God decided to put me with,
But I would like to see you.
I would like to know your name.
Do I have any siblings?
Was it hard for you to give up your children?
Did it bother you?
Do you still think about us?
What was it like to create us and then abandon that connection?
There are so many questions…
I wish I had a teammate who would help me learn these things.
I hope someday I can figure this out.
My whole past is a mystery.
It will be on my mind forever until I learn.
I’m sure it affects me in ways I don’t even realize.
Thank you and fuck you.
Sincerely, your son
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Excellent write
A sad poem. I don’t think women give their babies up easily. I have read about some who have mourned their children all their lives. It is a blessing that you were raised by a good family. You are in such a difficult situation. I’m not sure what I would do. I think I would probably reach out and try to find out more. Yes, I think I would want to know more. That feeling of being abandoned must hurt though. You raised many thoughts with this poem. All best wishes.
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