Once there were two women,
Who never knew each other
One you do not remember,
The other you called mother.
Two different lives
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star,
The other became your sun.
The first gave you life
And the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love,
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,
The other gave you a name.
One gave a seed of talent,
The other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions,
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
The other dried your tears.
One gave you up- -
It was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child
And God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me
Through your tears,
The old age question
Through the years:
Heredity or environment
Which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling--neither
Just two different kinds of love.
I still have that piece of paper in mint condition and I have given a copy to my son when I believed he could understand the meaning of the poem and might help him deal with his adoption.
No comments:
Post a Comment