Red fades to Pink

I am a beautiful woman who has reached her sunset years.

I still have hopes and dreams and at times a heart full of fears.

Who is this woman who was adopted out as a baby?

Do I have a right to know who I am, just maybe?

I wasn’t asked to be given away at such a young age.

Do they think of me? Sometimes I still feel the red rage.

“Where’d you get that smile?”, many times they’d say.

“I don’t know, I’m adopted!”, I would pretend it was okay.

I would envy my friends who had sisters and brothers.

Day after day all I wanted to do, was to look like another.

I found my birth family, DNA made it be.

They lived their lives and still didn’t want me.

How can I survive the sadness I have been feeling?

Through my husband, children and grandchildren.

They have given me meaning. Red fades to pink.