Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call mother.
One gave you nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you aim.
Two different lives shaped to make your one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears
The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love and the second was there to give it.
One gave you up, it was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears the age old question through the years
Hereditary or environment—which are you the product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither.
Just two different kinds of love.