I stared at her nails
As i gave her away
I felt a loneliness
Underneath my breast
I cried, with no tears to show
Am her mum, will she ever know?
What kind of life will she have?
Full of sadness or one with love
She can't end up like me
A young woman with no dream
Am giving her away to a better life
She'll go through some strife
But she's strong, she'll make it through
I can see it in her eyes
For now i'll give her my goodbyes
Hoping to meet her later in life
When she's all grown also a mum
Maybe she'll understand
My reasons for giving her up
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oh, my word. I didn't see that coming. What a heartache that mother must have felt- -yet pride in her unknowing child and hope that someday they could meet in a space of understanding and selflessness and generosity