We Might Just Could Be Poem by Corrine Shoemaker

I took the humiliation and boldness at the age of seventeen,
It was even worse getting the words thrown at me.
You ruined my life I thought at the time,
Never thought I would want you back as days go by.
Adoption was my only offer,
I couldn’t raise you by myself without your father.
He was beat down, low life, peace of garbage,
But me; I just wasn’t ready.
I shouldn’t have let you into this world,
But I couldn’t take you out.
I wanted you to have a great life,
Something I couldn’t provide.
So, I left you in a sheet on Main Street knowing they would take you in.
I never gave you much thought,
With the abandonees on leaving you is what I fought.
But now as I matured;
Realizing half of me wonders around town,
Not knowing her own mother, it crushes my heart.
I know it was my decision,
But I need you to listen.
We will never have that connection that I mentioned.
I see you everyday and I treat you with respect,
You; you laugh at my face because I can’t afford my place.
My home is the streets,
Just think, Thank God you aren’t living with me.
I’m glad you have a home and a place to sleep,
That doesn’t mean pour pity on me.
I’ll never tell you who I am.
I don’t want to despise you around your friends.
But I am your mom,
Just maybe one day instead of making fun of me,
You’ll look in my eyes and realize,
We might just could be family.