[linda1123]

Who am I really
For I do not know
No one told me
Yet whispers will grow

In this great big world
Am I one of a kind
Will I never have someone
To be very kind

Who am I really
Will the birds talk to me
Can I find butterflies
Up in a tree

Why do people look at me
In a strange way
Is there someone
To love me today

Who am I really
Why are my eyes blue
I am so tall
Am I taller than you

Must my parents tell secrets
As I play outside
They do not know I hear them
They try to keep quiet
They really tried

Who am I really
I am shy and I dream
When grown-up's talk
I never understand what they mean

I read stories and feel I am there
I run in the garden and try not to care
I love the flowers, grass and bees
If only a mother or father
Would only love me.

Linda Ann Henry © 2007
Do you remember me
The people's poet
Linda11231949@aol.com


This is for the million adoptee's who ask the ago old question "Who am I really." It is not personal as I know for a fact, there are so many out there in need of my help. As a famous adoptee I must try to help them.