You didn’t carry me as your own,
Nor joyfully await my birth,
Or have to prepare a room,
But you brought a little girl home
To a young family to belong.
When others look upon me,
No part of you do they see.
I don’t have your dark eyes,
Or thick coal black hair.
No family traits do I carry.
But much more you gave to me
than the outside world can see.
A Mother’s love to a daughter.
No, your blood doesn’t flow in my veins.
But your love over fills my heart.
