On Saturday it will be
21 years since I missed
the last chance to meet my mother.
If this seems strange to you
imagine how it is for me, how it
it is to have your mother die
at 82 and you now 70
saying you never got to meet.
You’ve guessed correctly that I
am an adoptee, but did you know
I waited so long because I was so
afraid of hurting the feelings
of my adoptive parents that when
I finally did search it was too late.
But I did find them eventually,
and learned that the dead can
visit you in your dreams but they
only stay briefly each time,
for there is much to do
when you have an eternity
to deal with.