Legacy of an Adopted Child

Once there were two women who never knew each other.

One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.

Two different lives shaped to make your one.

One became your guiding star; the other became your sun.

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.

The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.

One gave you a talent; the other gave you an aim.

One gave you emotions; the other calmed your fears.

One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.

One sought for you a home that she could not provide,

the other prayed for a child - and her hopes were not denied.

And now you ask me through your tears,

the age-old question unanswered through the years:

Heredity or environment - which are you a product of?

Neither my darling.

Just two different kinds of love.

- Author Unknown