A Two-Woman Duo


I am from the inside of a woman whom I have never met.
A birth mother who I do not know one ounce of-who
or what she is about.
A person who bearably carried me for nine months.
Gave birth to me,
a three-pound, toe-head baby.
She had to have held me right after,
but my baby eyes don't seem to remember.
Blurred by the brightness of the world,
I never saw who my birth mother was.

But after two months, I was passed onto the most beautiful creature
that my premature eyes had ever seen-
A woman who would ultimately become my real mother.
A wonderful being who would raise me with pride,
Teach me the ways which she thought we right.
A mom who would love me with all of her heart and care for me
for the fourteen years that she would be able to share with me.

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