August 11, 2009 Legacy of the Adopted Child

Once there two women who never knew each other
One you do not remember, the other you call mother

Two different lives shaped to make one
One became your quiding star, one became your sun

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live
The first one gave you a need for love. The second one was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you talent. One gave you aim.

One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.

One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.

And now you ask me through your tears,
the age old question, unaswered through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling neither, just two kinds of love.

Anonyomous