As I've done with other poems on this site, there is a dedication at the bottom of this page to the one who it was written in remembrance of  - my birth mother.  And as always, I would be happy to add other dedications of it for anyone who may share the emotions it speaks to. 

This time, though I would like to preface it with an admission - this probably was the hardest poem I've ever tried to write.  My love for writing poetry began when I was a child, and the other poems I've shared on this site almost seemed to write themselves - my way of giving voice to my grief.  This time, though, it took me five years to put these words to paper.

When I first met my birth mother, it was amazing to everyone how much we were alike - looks, voice, even mannerisms.  And we soon discovered that we both shared a love for writing poetry, and that we even shared a similar writing style.  It seemed as if my talent had been her gift to me. 

I am blessed to have had the chance to meet her and get to know her, and was lucky to have her as a part of my life for twelve years.  But when I lost her, it seemed I had also lost her gift to me.  The words didn't flow as they had before, and I couldn't bring myself to try to give my grief over losing her its voice.  Until now.

Now I can finally say my...