Does It matter?

Who was this woman
who gave me away?
Who gave me life
and handed me away?

Why’d she do it,
or does it matter?
Should I ask her why,
or stick to the latter?

Fate has delivered me
to where I should be.
Does it really matter
that I’m an adoptee?

No, it doesn’t matter,
but still, I look.
Still I have questions
and again, I look.

Just to see what she looks like
and to hear her voice.
Just to say "thank you,
you made the right choice".

After years of wonder
and years of doubt,
I took the big step
to seek her out.

Face to face with my birth mother,
what do I say?
Years of questions and doubts
slowly faded away.

She had her reasons,
whatever they may be.
No grudges do I hold,
nor bitter will I be.

I thanked and hugged her
then we talked for awhile.
I learned about my new family
and that I was not her only child.

I have a sister and 2 brothers
from her side alone.
Any other siblings is unclear
Since my father is unknown.

The story continues
as I learn more everyday.
I’m glad I found my birth mother
after she gave me away.