She may act like you,
She may love me dearly like you,
She may give me comfort like you,
She may accept me for who I am,
She may look after my emotional welfare,
She my bond to me like she gave birth to me,
She may look after my children like you would have done,
I may give her a mothers Day card,
Or a birthday card or even a Christmas card for all
the help and kindness that she has done for me,
But she never gave me the gift of life nor
did I grow in her womb.
Nor did I suckle on her breasts for breast milk,
She may appear to be mum,
But the truth is she ain't my biological mum,
and she never will be.
Because I am connected by a silver
cord to my real mum.
She gave me life unselfishly,
this is my mum, my real biological mum.
This is my real mum,
my biological one.
So don't push your real biological mum away,
daughters.
Fuck, she is all you have got.
Copyright 13th April 2016 by Theresa A O'Dea