Baby Girl

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.






By Deborah McCreath Akbar

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A mom, wife, ex-military, former Miss Wheelchair Ohio, minister and certified laughter yoga leader with a Ph.D in Meta Physics. All of that just to find out, what I enjoy most is being a poet.

Last updated November 17, 2012