She thinks of him every day of her life

pierces her soul like a sharp knife

the baby she had to abandon

her first born, her precious son

To young to handle responsibility

told this by peers repeatedly

gave in to pressure

heartbroken beyond measure

no day goes by

she doesn’t cry

you’ll often hear her sigh

memories drift by

She’s afraid to look for him

in case only fulfilling her whim

he may not want to know

her forgotten long ago

Then the phonecall

she, held up by the wall

he wanted to find his birth mother

a space unfilled by another

She took three days to respond

scared of her he wouldn’t be fond

without him she’s had to live

would he be able to forgive

Today’s the day

he’s on his way

can bridges be built?

can the gaps be filled?

They scour each others face

for any sign of resemblance

then lock in a tight embrace

Takes time

I hope their futures sublime