Forsaken

Three years old. Just old enough to understand. I was the last time I saw your
face…
I can’t remember your hair, your eyes colour…
But anyhow you’re my mom, the one that gave me birth…
I wish I could see you just once…
I will not be afraid, no. Just want to know who you are…
Now I’ve got a new life, I’ve got a new house, new parents. Now I’m used to
call them «mom» and «dad»…
You have forsaken me cowardly. I want to forget your name, the way you walked
away.
I wish I was somebody’s child…
You have chosen my name, but you didn’t let me take you as a pattern.
I don’t know where I’m from. I will never know. I will lead my new life,
the one you have chosen for me…
I think I can understand your choice, now that I have adopted my new mom and
dad…
They seem to be my real parents. It’s almost as if they were my begetters,
but they aren’t. I don’t know wich blood pours in my veins… If you’re still
alive, please, give me a sign…