Constant by Lori Tilzer

You are a thought that’s constant
Always on my mind,
When will I be the treasure you set out to find?
Am I in your thoughts as you go to sleep?
I have so many questions and in my mind they creep.
It’s weird to know that you are out there,
And I don’t know your face,
If only I knew more it could fill the
Empty space.
I have driven past the hospital where you gave birth to me
It has made my skin crawl.
I knew there was so much history held within each wall.
Mom says you were nice and you did,
What you thought was best.
I also know that you had more kids
What happened to the rest?
I have so many things I want to share,
I can’t wait for the day when you will finally be there.
I don’t know that I could call you “mom”
It doesn’t seem to fit, but maybe I could call
You something else, something close to it.
Am I still your little girl that you once held,
And will I always be?
Or have you simply given up and forgotten me.
What was it like to sign your rights away?
Wondering about the next time you would see us,
Are you dreaming of that day?