And they're coming down the backstretch...

To the woman I've never met---

I know you must have loved me to place me in a stranger's arms at birth. I am very grateful for that--they gave me a life that perhaps I never would have had. Still, you may be curious about your firstborn--the one you've never seen.

I do wonder what you look like. I wonder if perhaps I got your dark hair, black eyes. Or maybe you had the heighth that I inherited. I would like to see you from afar, see if I finally look like someone. I don't know if we could be friends, in fact, you may not even want that. But perhaps, you'd like to see me--you may have wondered if I resemble you. My recessive traits--connected earlobes, O Negative blood--must have come from you!

You did a good thing the day you gave me away. You may have second guessed it for years, but my parents are the most wonderful two people anyone could have. They love me like no other. Thank you for the blessing you unwittingly gave.

I also wonder if I have siblings--I think I must, because you probably have a life now--maybe the American Dream. I hope that someday we will meet--if only to confirm what I've wondered. Here's wishing I could see you once and answer the lingering questions.

To the woman who bore me--Thank you.