The Endlessly Open-Ended Conundrum Poem by Patti Masterman

Adopted children don't feel as free
To bask in the sun of self,
Having narrowly avoided some tragedy,
The nature of which is sealed

To any and all future inquiries-
And what is your need to know?
Perhaps your new family might change their mind,
If your curiosity grows?

For surely you were saved from iniquity,
By the generous nature they showed;
You've lacked for nothing, by the looks of you
And had many good things bestowed.

It's no matter that they don't look like you,
For just feel the love, all around;
There are certain things that you will never know,
But you were lost, and now you're found.