Long car ride it was
From the agency to my home
Tears ran without ceasing
In realization of what I had done
 
The thought of her screaming
for the only mother she knew
Tore my heart like strips of cloth
Stained shades of black and blue
 
Haunted by the 'dotted line'
My signature slanted and fresh
My hand ran across the wet ink
Echoed words, "for the best"
 
My mind wandered aimless
Burning questions untamed
Birth certificate to be erased
'Mother of birth' re-named
 
Are her cries for milk
Truly cries for me?
They said she'd not notice
The mother that leaves selflessly
 
Long car ride it was
From the agency to my home
Tears ran without ceasing
In realization of what I have become ...
 
A birth mother.