by Deborah McCreath Akbar
I can only imagine what was going through her mind
That made her leave her baby-girl behind
Was it because the father was in some way unkind?
Or was there someone else she had to find?
A few months later another baby girl was born
Mom decided to keep this one, she wasn’t torn
The lost relationship, society should mourn
When the sign of mother is selectively worn
So what happened to that first child?
She had a hard life is putting it mild
Once was beaten because at seven the police she dialed
No surprise by twenty that her first divorce was filed
Confused about life she joined the military
Only added to the baggage she thought she’d always carry
What she didn’t know was that the woman who gave birth to
her wasn’t a mother
On the phone she heard this secret which was like no other
The father’s side was always clear
It was from her, the truth, which she wanted to hear
Not the greatest story to tell before bed
In reality sometimes the truth is better left unsaid.
Last updated November 17, 2012