Thoughts of This Adopted Girl

Photograph/Jodi Queenan

Photograph/Jodi Queenan

Thoughts of this Adopted Girl

 

Eighteen is the number of years I’ve held this piece of cloth.

It holds my memories, comforts me when I feel alone,

makes me feel safer than any home I’ll ever call my own.

 

Eighteen is the number of years I’ve wondered about you.

About your hair and voice,

hoping that you really didn’t have a choice.

 

Eighteen is the number of years I’ve felt incomplete.

Searching for answers I’ll never find,

hoping one day for some peace of mind.

 

Eighteen is the number of years I’ve held this piece of cloth.

It’s been there through every part of my past,

so I’m trying to make these final moments last.

 

Eighteen is the number of years I’ve been without you, Mom.

Where are you now, are you even still living?

you’ve given me so much, but without you a piece of me is always missing.