This poem is for those who have never known their birth mothers and/or for those who feel like they don't know their mothers. I'm trying to write this from a mother's point of view, of how hard it is to give her child or children away and also, that her baby will always be her baby. I'm adopted, and when I wrote this poem I was thinking how did my birth mother feel when she had to give a part of her away? How did she feel when she had to give her baby away? I tried to write for a mother's point of view, which I hope did or almost did. Your mother loves you and if you're adopted, the reasons mightn't have been because she didn't love you. It might have been because she loved you so much, that she let you and me go, so we could have a better life. I hope my poem helps you, and if my birth mother should ever happen to read this, I want you to know your baby/babies still love. And that I understand that when I lost you, you lost me.