The Sands of Time
Sifting through the sands of time examining my past.
Watching life I call my own pass through the hour glass.
So much has been forgotten.
So much I've left behind.
So much that has been buried I search for but can not find.
People who have come and gone and those still here today.
Faces I have never seen that long since went away.
Missing links and histories leave only gaping holes.
Oh how I'd love to hear all of those stories left untold.
Each has left their mark upon my soul and memory.
This life that was created, an everlasting legacy.
I always knew since the age of five I was adopted. What that meant I really had no idea other than I was told my mother was young and couldn't take care of me. The answers to my questions stopped there no further information was ever given other than she was young, petite, and pretty.