How could you be so cold as to just give me up at birth like that?
All I want now is to know the woman who gave me life
Please don't say that's too much to ask
Please don't turn me away from your door
You need only give me a hour or two
Mother, I'm begging you
One day and then I swear I'll never try to contact or see your again
There's so much we both need to learn and say before it's too late
How can you refuse your dying daughter's final wish?
Even the very worst Hell has to offer would not be so cruel
Run and hide away from the truth all you like, but we both know that you were wrong
Secretly you were and always have been a coward ever since that bittersweet year of 16
Did't want the burden of a baby weighting down your carefree teenage dreams
All I'm asking here is for one last chance at us having some sort of connection
You own me that much, mother
Don't you think......
2009 Ramona Thompson