Didn’t know myself for 20 years;
an ad in the paper showed me the way.
His lips and smile shaped like mine,
and her blonde hair a mirror image.
Had wondered about my curved fingernails,
until I saw the matriarch of the family.
Short and dumpy in stature, I cursed them all.
but I now finally know whose genes I wear.
Author notes
This is about being adopted and finding my biological family when I was 21.
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I like the poem. I hope that your search turned out the way that you wanted it to turn out.
Great job.
Mike
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amazing write. strong words in a quickie...
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i liked your poem but i did not quite completely understand it. i suppose i would hae to know the feelings behind it.
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Interesting
Oh my you said a lot in a short write. You did it well, lots of feelings. great job. Best of luck in the contest.
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short..
but very strong write, with very good imagery, you are hugely talented my sweet friend!!
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