Remember Me?

I only have one true dream in life.

Most people wouldn’t think of this,

because it doesn’t apply to that many

but I want to meet my parents.

I’ve always known where I come from

because it was stamped into my identity.

On passports and college applications,

on my school’s database of information

which causes teachers to always ask about it.

St. Petersburg, Russia.

It’s just a city, just the place I was born,

but it’s so much more too.

It’s where my parents decided to give me up.

All I’ve ever dreamed of is to see them,

to meet them.

I’d track them down somehow and

they’d be willing to meet me.

We’d meet at a cafe or restaurant

and for the first time I’d see my face

in someone else’s.

We’d tiptoe around the language barrier,

I’d greet them with an eager  здравствуйте

and hope they’d be proud of what little

Russian I know.

I’d insure them that I’m not angry or upset,

я не злюсъ.

They’d welcome me with open arms

and answer all my questions.

My holey puzzle would finally be complete.

But that probably won’t happen.

There will always be a couple spaces

here and there,

unable to be filled in.  

They could be dead for all I know.

And I may never meet them

and I’ll always be this orphan

with no biology that I know of.

I only have one true dream in life.

Maybe that’s all it will ever be.