I am your mother, though we've never met.
How you were ripped from my life I'll never forget.
The choice was not mine, but that of society.
The image of my family caused so much anxiety.
How often I've wondered where you might be...
What you look like...If you know about me...
What consequences for you did my decision bring?
Can I ever be sure that I did the right thing?
I'll suffer this loss until my days are through,
Because you are my child and I've always loved you.

I am your mother; I'm also your mom,
Through your life's turbulence and through your life's calm.
You did not share my body, yet you do share my life.
My loss of fertility cut like a knife.
The joy I have known to just watch you grow!
How lucky I am!  Some women never know.
But can I be a good parent?  Did I do what was right?
Irrational fears have kept me up nights.
I will do my best, for that's all that I can do.
You are my chosen child and I'll always love you.

You are my mother...we look just the same!
How do I address you?  By "mom" or by name?
Questions are answered--who you might be...
What life might have been...Why you "got rid" of me...
Abandonment issues get internalized deep.
The resilience techniques are skills that one keeps.
So I protect my heart, don't let hopes get too high
For the nurturing bond we both were denied.
We'll take it slow and work things through.
I am your child.  I love you.

You are my mom, though I've searched high and low.
You can't be replaced--I want you to know.
Life isn't quite the fairy tale we imagine it to be.
It can make you stand proud and tall or bring you to your knees.
You did the very best you could with the tools you had.
All in all, I've turned out fine, and for that I am glad.
I wouldn't change a single thing, it's part of who I am;
But to deny the biological ties that bind would be a sham.
And though we are not blood, you're my family--that's true.
I'll always be your chosen child.  I'll always love you.