Is She the One?
It has become part of my daily life
Searching every female form , their faces
Standing in line or waiting for the bus
Looking in a million different places.
Could that woman be the one who bore me?
And gave me away at my first breath,
What could have been the compelling reason..
I'll wonder till the moment of my death.
With time perhaps Ill learn acceptance
And stop wondering " Is she the one?"
Still I long to know the basic truth
I'll keep looking till my life is done.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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