To my Mom, Lucy and to my birth Mom, Connie - Thank You.
Legacy Of An Adopted Child
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
... One you do not remember
The other you call mother.
Two different lives.
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star
The other became your sun.
The first gave you life,
The second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent
The other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first smile
The other dried your tears.
One gave you up,
It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child
And was led straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
The age-old question through the years:
Heredity or environment-which are
you the product of?
Neither, my daughter, neither-
Just two different kinds of love.
Mom and Me, 1964
