June 2015

Once upon a time, there were two women
That had never met.
One, you do not remember,
The other you call ‘Mommy’

Two different lives
That mold into one, yours.
One was your lucky star,
The other your sun.

The first gave you life,
The second taught you how to live.
The first created in you the need for love,
The second was there to fulfill your need.

One gave you roots,
The other offered you a name.
The first passed on to you her gifts,
The second gave you a purpose.

One created in you the emotion,
The other one calmed your fears.
One received your first smile,
The other one dried your tears.

One offered you in adoption,
It is all she could do for you.
The other asked for having a child,
And God led her to you.

And now when by crying
You ask me the eternal question,
Natural inheritance or education,
Of who am I the fruit?
Neither of the one nor of the other my child,
Simply of two different forms different of LOVE.

Jean-Vital de Monléon – from “Naître là-bas, Grandir ici”

(translated)