Dear Birthmom (Don't Know Who I am)

Dear Birthmom,
I often think of you and wonder where you are
If I knew I’d drop everything and get in my car 
Even if you weren’t pretty or rich, I don’t give a damn.
I’d come see you and find out who I really am.

I have dreams about you and your silky brown hair
Your blue eyes so mild, and a face so gentle and fair
In the forest I’m running after you, nearly catching you
But I never, do no matter how much I yell or what I do.

I tried to find you and got nowhere, I hang my head
The emptiness I feel is too great to be discussed or said
I want to cry, sometimes I want to scream and shout
I don’t know who I am, and I guess I’ll never find out

The End

1 comment about this poem Feed