To: The unknown mother From: The son unknown

My true life view of being adopted

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2. When she has gone

My mother’s hands don’t exist anymore

They rest as ashes at the bottom of the sea

When I last held them they were

As boney as a ravens foot

As cold as a fish from the depths where they lie

 

On those cold winter gloveless days

I can recreate the feel of her hands

Which shocks me everytime and I realise

That I will never hold them again

That it almost seems as though they never were  

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