Following the wrinkles and curves of her worry lined face

It rolls so silent but speaks volumes about an ache deep inside

One that she has successfully hidden but could never quite erase

In one hand she holds a wrinkled black and white picture

A babie’s image worn from to many secret celluloid kisses

Folded and refolded when the liquor helped her seek the past

When she couldn’t push back the flow of unfulfilled lost wishes

In the other hand an opened letter most formal in its sober reply

Post marked Vancouver City from a net the Parent Finders cast

She ponders what to do now that she’s finally found her child

Her little girl is women now thirty years have now gone past

From the envelope falls a picture of a smiling little girl of three

She picks it up and knows at once that’s she’s now a granny too

Then that single tear turns into a thunderstorm for all that she has missed

Trembling hands dial the B.C. area code now she knows what she must do