The Adopted Child
Somebody’s adopted child today
Will linger all alone
Hoping her birth mother will call
Before the day has flown.
Somebody’s adopted child will weep,
Heartbroken and stunned tonight,
Because her first mother gone
Forgot to call or write.
Somebody’s adopted child somewhere
Will kiss with lips of grief,
Portraits of a birth mother unknown
And cry herself to sleep.
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