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Up above, down the road,
sideways and below;
signposts can be found
wherever she goes.
But she saw no signs.
She wasn't blind; Not one bit.
Her eyesight was clear.
Along the paths of regret,
She had seen much appear.
But she saw no signs.
What she saw was a face,
the face of her daughter.
In her mind young in age
With eyes blue as water.
And then a sign came.
It came in a letter
which she had been handed
"I am alive," it had said,
"and doing well," it had added.
And there was the sign.
She broke down in joy,
those few words were enough.
A new life had been found
For the child she gave up.