Being adopted I was loved
I was loved by my birth mother
She could not see a way to fit me in her life.
Being with a married man
I am loved by him.
I am loved.
And he cannot see a way to fit me in his life.
I am in limbo
I do not belong in my home of 25 years.
I do not belong in my beloveds world
I do not belong in the world of my 20something daughter.
I need to find my home again.
I need to belong somewhere.
I am the wrong person to give up on, to give away
I am so wonderful to have around.
I am funny and delightful but still
I am a little messy, a little teary, a little silly.
I have no choice but to take on this task.
Its this task or die or drink heavily,
A quest for my home.
A quest for this love of mine
For it will heal me
Forever.