Not a Trace
She left me since I was born
without a trace of any return
Can I say I love the woman that birthed me?
Well I can actually
I do love her but its not the same I just have a connection
Because she is my birth mother
I was in her womb so of course I’m going to always share that with her
But I don’t even know what she looks like
I don’t know her hair type
Or her signature smell because you know every mom has one
I don’t know what her hugs feel like
I don’t know what her touch is like
I don’t know the way her motherly kiss feels
I want to know her but again she left me without a trace
So, even to this day on I will not know who my birth mother is
People ask who your real mom and I say my real mom is the mom
That’s been there for me from the jump that was always here with me
That raised me as her own
That’s my real mom
I believe my real mom that’s been here for me my whole life is beautiful
Shes the most unique
She does get on my nerves at sometimes but isnt that any mom
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