By the age of ten she was becoming curious,
As her Momma's silence made her furious.
The stigma of not having a caring father,
Allowed her resentment to steadily gather.

Her Momma and he were in love long ago,
But of her pregnancy he didn't know.
She suspected him of seeing someone new,
So she packed his bags and said "adieu".

On her birth she was placed in care,
But her Momma didn't think that fair.
So she struggled to bring her up alone,
And worked herself to the aching bone.

Years went by when she searched in vain,
Disappointment overwhelmed her aching brain,
Where was her father she wanted to know,
Tears of frustration did constantly flow.

She studied photographs, searched in books,
Where was that someone with similar looks,
Who for so long she had been trying to trace,
From a birth certificate with a long blank space.

Reading a news article she did a double take,
She saw a familiar face she couldn't mistake.
So she researched the story of a man named George,
And now a lost bond they're trying to forge.

Written & (c) John McKay Withey.