Adoptee

 

A strength from within, a knowledge from before.

A parallel universe, one where I longed to be part of, but never fit in.
Another that I lived in, but never was apart of, like a stranger looking in.

Cold in this freezing weather, longing for the burning sun.

Is a childhood always like this, waiting for the future?
Secrets held within, waiting for the moment?

The cultures are two, that I have been lucky enough to know.
My daughter has the pride of always belonging, yet with cautious steps… it is her legacy of love.