Laying in my bed,
pillow under my head,
I wonder,
Are you in slumber?
The moon glows on my face,
I wish I could find my place,
Am I in your thoughts playing before your eyes,
Or is that an image you say to your goodbyes?
Wrapped around me is a warm blanket,
My mind is a rocket,
What is your touch like to my skin,
I need to meet you but when?
Sometimes I wish for your hand to my cheek,
Just as this bear does that I've had for a week,
Don't you want to know me,
Don't you want to hear me?
If you don't,
Then we won't,
But please remember that I am one who does,
Help me clear up this fuzz.
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To my birth mother...I want to meet you. =( Someday.
