I wish I knew my mother.
I wish I knew her favorite song, her favorite book, or her favorite color.
I wish I knew her hugs, the sound of her laugh; her family traditions for holidays, birthdays, just anything from her past.
I wish I knew why, why she gave me up, why she didn't try.
I wish I knew when, when she broke her heart and chose to never let anyone in.
I wish I knew how, how she never looked back, she doesn't care now and didn't care then.
I wish I knew my mother, I wish she would hold me in her arms, and we could say we loved each other.
I wish I knew, the way back in time to change my past... and maybe change her mind.
I wish I knew how to forgive my mother.
I don't hate her... I just really love her.