I know not your name,
nor your smile, or voice.
I know none of your thoughts,
or your choice.
You've made everything for me,
and i have to say it all sucks.
Then when I think of it,
there has to be a reason you brought me here.
I've heard stories of you,
and to my surprise you aren't as bad as everyone said you were....
as I thought you were.
You didn't want to be a cruel person, and abort me,
but you've abandoned me.
Why, I don't understand.
Foolish, you were not.
So, you owe me alot more than most moms owe their children.
I ask not of your love, because it's to late for that,
but I come to you for an explanation.
I will not scold you,
nor be rude in any manner.
But I do need some kind of closure.
After that I will be able to walk away and pretend that
I've never found you, and stalked your every movement.
I'll forget all about your other children that you went out and adopted, all to forget about me.
I'll forget about learning where i've come from, and just worry about getting away from where I am now.
But that doesn't mean I'll be able to ignore the you that flows through my veins.
The small signals, that you transport to my thoughhts...
most of all I'll never be able to erase the fact, that I don't hate you the way I want to,
and I've allways wanted to wish you a happy mother's day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem