Poem -

Mothers Day

Soon again it will be Mother's Day

A day I never needed to celebrate

not having a mother of my own

not knowing if she loved me at all.

While living in another country

Far enough that I should have felt alone

yet not knowing what family was about

notĀ having one of my own

I was sadly not affect at all

so I thought

Then I slowly started wondering

I thought I had had many times before

What if she just can't find me

Since my name changed since I was born

I finally got the chance

I was nervous as hell

What if I am wrong?

What if you weren't my mother at all?

I didn't want any pity

I just wanted to simply say

Happy Mother's Day

A year later

and here you are

I get the chance to reunite

Joy overflows meĀ 

For the first time

I am part of a family

A family where I am not afraid

Where I don't go to bed in pain

No tears but the tears of joy

I feel blessed to call you my mom

Even though you left me alone

I understand now that I am an adult

I understand you made a choiceĀ 

you thought would be better for me

IĀ envisioned who you would be

as I child I hoped you were a queen

I was a lost princess

but this is better

we are jut alike Ā you and I

and I am glad to be home

Happy Mother's day to my long lost mom.

I love you.Ā 

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