I wrote this poem as I was thinking about my biological family. Since being adopted, they were always on my mind, so much so, I would spend many of my days wanting to run out and find them.
MwsR
Urge
The sudden urge to just go
Following through
On an intuition, that inside you grew
The one that you wanted to know, so
A second glance of a one chance meeting
Maybe it was meant to happen, you know.
That longing you needed to know, that made you go.
A following sometimes, without a greeting.
To be continued…
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