Ann Marie

Left alone, just 4 days old. Four days of seeing your face, hearing your voice, caresses and kisses.

The bond never broken as she walked out the door.

Papers signed and sealed.  She had to go just a child herself.  Her now shameful secret forever to keep.

My heart always empty for her, the search always vigilant.

The dream, we meet,  She is still the child hiding. I am now the adult.  Questions answered, smiles, but still secrets. 

Today no longer wondering, searching, crying for I had my Mother all along. She was the woman who adopted me and gave me all of her unconditionally.




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AM Cash

Fri 12th Jul 2019 23:59

Very deep and telling

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