Jodi Daly

My mother was adopted.
All the records tightly sealed.
Now all she has are questions,
Like wounds that never healed.

And I wonder where I come from?
Who my father really is?
My Mother's husband raised me.
But I am really his.

And my husband was adopted.
All his records are sealed too.
We come from unknown places
And had parents we never knew.

I wish they had left some trace
Or a photograph to see
What our parents looked like.
Does my father look like me?

All this business left undone.
Like ghosts they left behind.
We're just dirty little secrets
Put out of sight and out of mind.