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