Family Trees

Thinking of a future child

one that's non-biological.

One that might have been

  once loved by another mother.

Maybe not.

Maybe they'll never know her.

Maybe they will have

  never been love by her.

They will be loved, though.

They might have been born by now.

We'll find each other.

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