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January ninth, nineteen hundred eighty
Warily I moved you on as a healthy, warm and cuddly baby.
I vowed not to give birth ever again to another child
As I knew I would be hurting to often thinking of you.

Now on January ninth two thousand five
You will be celebrating twenty-five years of life.
I have thought of you over and over again since your birth.
Alone I wonder…do you think of me as well?

Argentina

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Fall Harvest grows somewhere to complete a grand feast.
Soon after it’s cold, more holidays to celebrate.
Have you enjoyed giving thanks the months of November?
Do you look up to the North Star the months of December?

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Sunday, January Ninth, Two Thousand Five
A beautiful day covered with bright sunshine....
The night filled with stars and a silvery moonlight....
Are your heart and soul the guides to the freedom of life?

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Spring has arrived although winter still present.
Sunshine, flowers blooming and green everywhere are missing.
A letter to you was sent by an angel, no reply has been received.
Did you read the few words that I’ve held for so long?
That ten years ago you were asking, “Who is my birthfamily?”

Now as nature waits for the warmth of the sun to
Bring out the glorious colors of pre-summer fun.
I too wait and wonder will I hear from you before then?
Or must I wait full circle for the seasons to change again and again and again and again…until no end?