Born a bastard with nowhere to go

Never having a family

Or home of my own.

You reached down your hand

To a mere child of two

You made me your own, I belong to you.

Though not born of your flesh

Nor carry your blood

You opened your heart and gave me your love.

I carry your name.

I share in your life

Becoming as one, unscarred by the knife.

I call you my Mom, a dear friend to me

I'm the daughter you hoped for

You're the mom that I need.