Is She the One? For T. M. Moreland

I've been searching across the nation from coast to coast Around each corner I wonder is she the one? She has my eyes but not my nose, does she have the little gap in her smile? It is hard to tell from this angle; I need to get closer. I've been searching for my mother; the one who gave me away thirty-five years ago. Time moves effortlessly across this sky. Wonders come and stay or go. I never stop wondering though, "Is she the one?" I want to know the whys and the lady who gave me away. Put her hand in mine and see if they are the same. Is she the one? I want to know. Dedicated to my mama, Sara, who was adopted into a loving home as a baby.