By Justus E. Taylor
Copyright © 2007 by Justus E. Taylor
How did they convince my mom,
To put me up for adoption?
I wonder if she would do that harm,
Now that I have a special attraction.
She had no easy way to know
I'd never be selected and given a home.
An orphanage is a place to eat and grow,
Better, I guess, than for her to lose her freedom.
That's why I've never said "you're so nice,
Let me take you to meet my mother."
Girls would feel too much stress,
Never being told, there was no reason to bother.
Forty years, at driving a bus.
Lucky for me that I got it.
Work that I could always trust,
To accept me and to allow me to love it.
My family now is still so small,
Just my wife and our grown son.
My wife is the one with all
The relatives, sheltering every little one.
It's hard to decide what to do with this letter.
My mom says she's been searching for ten years.
She adds that if her life had been better,
She would have kept me and saved me the tears.
It's like my wife and I had conspired,
That I'd run to Mom with arms widespread.
But everything's changed since I retired,
Because I have a lifetime pension instead.
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