Do you remember me, mother?
Your little girl-
The one you gave away.
Left outside a door;
A little old lady saw,
Her kind eyes twinkling
She took me in,
Gave me life.

 Nine years later you show up,
Asking for your little girl
But I’m not her
I’m no longer the same
I’ve grown up;
A lovely dame

I don’t need you,
Not anymore
Not since I gave up
All those years ago.
You never visited,
Called or showed you cared
Your heart so cold,
Your love bare.

So it’s over now;
This family,
A part of which,
I no longer want to be.

The End

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