Origin: Unknown

She gave me the gift of life

and a name that feels foreign on my tongue.

She gave me a chance

when she loved me enough to let me go.

She passed me to the arms of another,

the one I now call Mother.

I might never be able to meet her,

let alone thank her.

And yet,

I see her in the darkest shade of my hair.

I catch her in the almond shape of my eyes.

I find her in the honey tones of my skin.

She is a part of me.

And yet,

I know nothing about her.

I don’t know her face

Or the sound of her voice.

She is something and nothing to me.

And I wonder who I am to her.