A poem I wrote in 6th grade, 1982 . . . .
Adopted
My first set of parents loved me, I know,
because they cared enough to let me go.
The parents I have now love me too.
We’re stuck together like molasses, or glue.
I’m an adopted child you see.
That’s why I have two sets of parents, and only one of me.
Sometimes I wonder who my parents really are.
If only they would have left me a little memoir.
I love the parents I have now.
I’ll never leave them no way and no how.
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