I Hunted For My Birth Mom

My birth mom was only eighteen.

She was not ready to be a mom.

After much thought and prayer,

She decided she could not care for me.

She gave me up for adoption

When I was two years old.

I was placed in the home

Of a couple that was well-to-do.

My adoptive parents told me the truth

When I was six years old.

I did not know what to say at first.

Then I learned to love them.

I had mixed feelings

And wondered about my birth mom.

My "parents" showed me pictures,

I could tell she was my mom.

When I was ten-twelve years old,

I found out my birth mom's address.

I wrote her letters from time to time,

But I never heard back from her.

I learned to love my adoptive parents

Like they were my birth ones,

But I needed to talk to my real mom.

There were questions I needed to ask her.

My birth mom finally answered

One of the letters I wrote.

She gave me her phone number.

I was excited and nervous.

When I was sixteen, I called her.

Then I heard her say "hello"

I told her I knew what she looked like.

Many questions I then asked her.

Both of us called each other.

She answered my questions the best she could.

When I was eighteen we met.

I gave her a great big hug.

I was grateful that we met.

Then I let her go back home.

I hoped one day to see her again.

I wanted my kids to look like her.