Long, long ago

Before single-parent adoption became fashionable

I felt/wrote this fragment of poetry

Judith, Judith Kelly
I like the sound of that

I will find you someday
In Asia or in Africa

And I will not care
About the color of your hair
Or your eyes
Or your skin

But only that you are a child
That you need me
And I need you

If you're out there somewhere

The woman who should have been my daughter Judith

I love you

Forgive me

Your mother,
Kay